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Now here's a little story I've got to tell 
About three bad brothers you know so well 
It started way back in history 
With Adrock, M.C.A., and me - Mike D. 
Been had a little horsy named Paul Revere 
Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer 
Riding across the land, kicking up sand 
Sheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demand 
One lonely Beastie I be 
All by myself without nobody 
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat 
The air is gettin' hot the beer is getting flat 
Lookin' for a girl I ran into a guy 
His name is M.C.A., I said, "Howdy" he said, "Hi" 
 
He told a little story that sounded well rehearsed 
Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst 
The brew was in my hand and he was on my tip 
His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry he asked me for a sip 
He said, "Can I get some?" 
I said, "You can't get none!" 
Had a chance to run 
He pulled out his shotgun 
He was quick on the draw I thought I'd be dead 
He put the gun to my head and this is what he said, 
 
"Now my name is M.C.A. I've got a license to kill 
I think you know what time it is it's time to get ill 
Now what do we have here an outlaw and his beer 
I run this land, you understand I make myself clear." 
We stepped into the wind he had a gun, I had a grin 
You think this story's over but it's ready to begin 
 
"Now I got the gun you got the brew 
You got two choices of what you can do 
It's not a tough decision as you can see 
I can blow you away or you can ride with me" I said, I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border 
The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter 
I did it like this, I did it like that 
I did it with a whiffleball bat 
So I'm on the run the cop's got my gun 
And right about now it's time to have some fun 
The King Adrock that is my name 
And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne." 
We rode for six hours then we hit the spot 
The beat was a bumping and the girlies was hot 
This dude was staring like he knows who we are 
We took the empty spot next to him at the bar 
M.C.A. said, "Yo, you know this kid?" 
I said, "I didn't." but I know he did 
The kid said, "Get ready cause this ain't funny 
My name's Mike D. and I'm about to get money." 
Pulled out the jammy aimed it at the sky 
He yelled, "Stick 'em up!" and let two fly 
Hands went up and people hit the floor 
He wasted two kids that ran for the door 
"I'm Mike D. and I get respect 
Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect" 
M.C.A. was with it and he's my ace 
So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face 
The piano player's out the music stopped 
His boy had beef and he got dropped 
Mike D. grabbed the money M.C.A. snatched the gold 
I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold.