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`Come on out with your hands high!
`Hahahaha, with your hands high!
Hahhaha huh I better reason with him`

Why don`t you ride to the rhythm of a nigga don`t give a fuck about ya`
Won`t even talk about ya`, ho
You ain`t know? I`m just a hustler, in spite of myself
Ridin` all by myself, without no one else
Looky here
On my Doc Holidays, boy I piss upon your grave
And wipe the smile away
Nigga, don`t even try
Fistful of dollars, we gon` ride
Ya hear me, nigga?
See I ain`t got that many friends, white tombstone
[???] Me and Rudy go to war with - anybody

From the niggas, to the killas
They callin` me a bad man ridin` `cross the desert plains
And Mama still can`t explain without the `caine
It`s raw, boy
Cowboys hear the `Yippie-yi-yay!`
Murder dancin` where the Indians play
Watch what you say
Durin` the spiritual ritual huntified ceremony
Clickin` swines[?] that`ll get you on a Shetland pony
Memoirs of a madman - Killer Carl Cox and Bill Watts
`Couldn`t rassle nappy niggas with a lasso
Heated like Tabasco, it`s on
Nigga quick on the draw
And he get to bustin` on them bitches like the Last Outlaw
Uh, nigga what!

`Hahha...
Cowboy I`m gonna [???] you are a testly li`l cuss(whistling)`

Niggas and bitches call me Nino Corleone, I got a license to kill
But ain`t no playa hatin` in me, I got love for the real
So if you see me with my [guv?], just move and step aside
Hit me up and let a nigga just ride
South Side
Got your mouth wide, buckin` for nothin`
Now if you`re `bout it, be `bout it `bout it, and without no discussion
Now if you`re talkin`, keep talkin

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