Lee, do you yield? You shot him in the side Yes, he yields I’m satisfied Yo, we gotta clear the field

You were crying like a bitch. And so you tell me I Can't take my chances, But I told you one too many times, And you were crying like a bitch. And you wonder why No one can stand you, And there's no denying, Strut on by like a king

All the way down the Telegraph Road A long time ago came a man on a track Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back And he put down his load where he thought it was the best Made a home in the wilderness He built a cabin and a winter store And he

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin' Where I can pile up my chips And niggas call me a timer I been ballin' since my adolescent years steady climbin' Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin' about no timin' That's right, that's right boy start that

Don't you lie to me Now don't you lie to me Because it makes me mad I get evil as a man can be That you loved me long time ago You don't want him no more There's two kind of people I just can't stand Evil-hearted woman

Shall I tell you about my life They say I'm a man of the world I've flown across every tide And I've seen lots of pretty girls I guess I've got everything I need I would't ask for more And there's no one I'd rather be But I just wish that I'd never been

I'm a Ramblin' Man You better move away You're standing too close to the flame Once I mess with your mind Your little heart won't be the same Don't mess around with a Ramblin' Man I've been down the Mississippi, down through New Orleans I've played in

A flood (Quelea, quelea) of blood to the heart (Quelea, quelea) A flood of blood to the heart Heat shimmer Open smother Ooh, dead in the middle of the C-O-double-M-O-N Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys Soon become Mandela Men Hips quiver

They know, but they’ll never know why It’s a short fucking movie, man I’m going to try and take it slow I’m paying for my mistake That’s okay? I don’t mind a little pain It’s a short fucking movie man I know I’m going to try and take it slow

And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time Well he never traveled heavy Yes he always rode alone And he soon put many older guns to shame And he never had a sweetheart From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia Rode a boy with a six gun