k**a-kc - In Tha Future - Feat. J-murda lyrics

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