| Anybody around here seen Two-Gun Billy?
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| I said, did anybody around here seen Two-Gun Billy?
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| (Ain't no Two-Gun Billy 'round here
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| Who the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)
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| (You just pull a gun out on me?)
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| Now you know you done fucked up right? |
| * five gunshots *
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| Now, if any one of y’all see him
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| Tell him that, EPMD was in town.
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| Draw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors
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| Spurs on my Timb’s, when I start blazin, hit the floor
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| Cowards duckin, I’m emptyin chambers when I’m bustin
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| Quick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I’m crushin
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| Nice with the weapontry, you ain’t shootin me
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| You shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the
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| Black dragon, puffin L’s in the truck wagon
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| Drinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin
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| And hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room
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| Like Josie Wale and Clint Eastwood at High Noon
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| So amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow
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| Turn around and wave goodbye, to your people
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| Time to draw, I’m aimin for your dome and jaw
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| Fastest nigga in the wild West or East you ever saw
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| An outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir
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| Time to ride again until next time to draw
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| «Ten nine eight seven six five four
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| Three two murder one lyric at your door» -] Method Man
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| Draw.
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| «Gimme that microphone
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| I’mma show you the real meaning of the danger zone» -] Cool J
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| «Ten nine eight seven six five four
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| Three two murder one lyric at your door» -] Method Man
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| Draw.
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| «Gimme that microphone
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| I’mma show you the real meaning of the danger zone» -] Cool J
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| Hah
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| Those dudes quick fast to grab the mic
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| Flee the scene, or see the infrared beam
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| On the mic I dismantle, leave an impression
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| And ruin you, like I’m the Bill Clinton scandal
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| Impeach em, then I Erick can B. President
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| Pass a law, hardcore in the residence
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| Act fool, turn shit out, no doubt
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| The hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout
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| Air the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out
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| And focus, or go into hypnosis
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| I wasn’t here when I wrote this (where was you?)
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| Up the top with the street team hangin out, hangin Squadron posters
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| Me and my dogs homey reppin
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| In case some punks roll up, yo P, flash the weapon
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| Forty-four caliber chrome, read it
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| Can’t count ten paces, I’m already heated it
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| P and Erick Sermon is like a Ruger German
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| Put one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em
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| Any superhero we lettin em know from door
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| Come correct when it’s time to draw |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Draw , by - EPMD. Song from the album Out Of Business, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп