Listen, Listen, I?m listening carefully to where exactly you might be, Cause I have had enough waiting, I?ve had enough waiting for you. I?m thinking
t many rappers out there rockin' the streets When hip-hop was just cuts and beats I seen Wildstyle dug the scene I wanna be an MC, rock, rock on, know
about to be a {Holla Yeah, TJ Yeah Listen get up right now I'm up man, what you need be? I need you to meet me at the forum Oh and saddle up the horses
Put down that chainsaw and listen to me It's time for us to join in the fight It's time to let your babies grow up to be cowboys It's time to let the
then im gunnin for you i dont get blunted with you, get hundreds with you bitch nigga imma kill you if i wanted with you you could join on the listen
lose 'em all. I jumped in the saddle an' I grabbed a-hold the horn, The best damned cowpuncher ever was born. I was on my best horse, and a going on
no world peace 'cause of zealous armed forces I eat no breath-mints 'cause their from de-hoofed horses Now I can't believe; what an absolute failure
I listened to a lecture of nonsense 'til dawn By a plagiary poet with dark glasses on He said, "How did you ever dream up that song The one where the
rhythm of a hawk But I ignore the temptation, avoid the sensation Reputation's at stake, but I won't break I just chill, ill, let loose all my skill I make a list
Ohh, yeah So much for first single on this one Shady's the label aftermath is a stable That the horses come out errp of course we're about to stir up
they ever gon' need in life is just, me and my will Interfere with that it's gon' be more than a beat that I kill Disrespect with an indirect and you
Behind the shower curtain stabbin' bitches in a bubble bath (Ahhh) I'll make you an offer you can't refuse Then leave a horses head in your bed, I'm
charge He was sentenced for runnin' an escort service Escaped from prison but made a few nervous His baby mother [Incomprehensible] BMW Number one on the list
{*horses galloping and neighing*} [Intro: Killah Priest] Yeah, motherfucker [Chorus 1: Killah Priest] This is Horsemen Talk, Horsemen walk Get the fuck
a stallion's job, hung out with Italian mobs I been around the world with pretty girls and they credit cards Around in the source van, got paid when my horse
'm mentally stressed My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip I never reject an offer to battle, slap a coffin on the saddle And rattle like a wooden horse
B ez but we still smoke treezy See us rippin' the shows with thugged eezy Niggas picked me the boss, Ricky Ross Lex two-fifty horse power, click and
somethin' that I wanna say to you I think it's about time we over come these fucked up rules And make the real hell on Earth, hahaha So listen up, get
