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The Wild.. Gotham
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The Wild.. West {*BANG BANG, BANG*}
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Ha ha, riiiiide..
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[Dr. Dre]
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All you see is the sun, reflectin off of the gun
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I'm ready for the showdown, that go down at one
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Sweat on my brow, let's settle it now
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I'ma show you how real cowboys get down
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I'm polishin gold, waitin for this drama to unfold
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I got a {blunt} rolled
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Feelin bold, gangsters blood runs cold
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It's time to reload this old .45 colt
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The wind's gusty, it's hot, muggy and dusty
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Bust a couple shots, make sure I'm not rusty
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It's passed noon, he should be here soon
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Sip a little moonshine inside a saloon
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All of a sudden I can hear the sound of hoofs
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Sounds like a thousand wolves
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I cock back, put the toast in the holster and froze
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I pose like a poster, he's closer than close
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I hold the heat sturdy, I heard he fight's dirty
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but I'ma put thirty inside him and leave early
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And just when I went to fill him with hot lead
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I put the gun to his head, and this is what he said
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[Eminem]
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You never met me, and you'll probably never see me again
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but I know you - the name's Slim - you want revenge?
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Then don't shoot, I'm in the same boots as you
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I'm tellin the truth, I got a price on my head too, cause when you..
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Chorus: {unknown singer}
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You ride like a cowboy toward the sun
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And life ain't fun, when you're on the run
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Got your gold and you got your gun
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But life as an outlaw just begun
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Got your shotgun by your side
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Got your horse and you got your pride
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You ride til there ain't no place to hide
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It's sad cause the bad guys always die
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[Dr. Dre] + (Eminem)
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He was "Shady," I seen by the look on his face
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He said take ten paces {shit} I took eight
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Spun around and I aimed straight for the brain
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My {shit} went bang but it only fired a blank, he said
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(You need bullets, hurry up run!) {*imitating Slick Rick*}
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I put a clip in the gun, and pointed at his lungs
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We both drew at the same time and stood stunned
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(Go ahead, shoot me, but I'm not the one you want)
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I figured he was tellin the truth, that's why I didn't shoot
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So what we gon' do, it's on you
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(Do you recall when you and Snoop was a group?)
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The Chronic!
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(Well all we gotta do is find a map to part two)
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(And plus I know who's got it)
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Who?
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(Some old dude, he's got 26 plaques and he already sold two)
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Loaded up my saddle, got ready for battle
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Hid two pieces of gold inside of my saddle
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We rolled two miles until we hit the spot
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An old ghost town that everybody forgot
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A place where they used to smoke chronic a lot
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Slim grabbed the shotgun (Dre here's the plot)
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(Eminem)
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This is the spot, they call him Doc Loveless
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He's goin around sayin he took the game from us
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[Let's shoot him in his kneecaps, he'll never see it comin]
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But he ain't got no legs, they cut 'em off at the stomach
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He's got mechanical legs, he spins webs
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Plus he's well respected by the hip-hop heads
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Our mission - is to get him to stop layin eggs
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And we can put him on his back down a flight of steps
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[Dr. Dre]
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I drew two guns, spun them on my fingers
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Kicked the swingin doors in, started gun slinging
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I could hear somebody singin - it sounded like a "G Thang,"
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and a verse from "Keep Their Heads Ringin"
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I said "It's Dre's Day," and started to spray
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Against 1800, he pulls a AK
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Hollow tips started flyin every which way
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(Eminem)
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That's when I seen Dre in trouble and came with the gauge
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I fired the first shot, spun his body around
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He hit the ground and landed upside down
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Dre grabbed the map, the plaques and the gold
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I grabbed two girlies and a {blunt} that's rolled
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Chorus 2X
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Always die..
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The Wild.. Gotham
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The Wild.. West {*BANG BANG, BANG*}
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Ha ha, riiiiide..
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Bad Guys Always Die
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| Dr. Dre and Eminem |
