This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here: [CLEF]:CHORUS Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, No the nigger dies.
[PACE1] Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen You shot your bullet, but the bullet when **** Desperado, do work for new boy I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy
[WYCLEF] Wyclef
[PACE1] Pace 1
[WYCLEF] Yo this was how the West was won,
[PACE1] Our motto, a true Desperado.
[WYCLEF] Rappers want to be actors So they play the Jesse James Character
[PACE1] And get they bones fractured.
[PACE1] You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton
[WYCLEF] Woman cry, woman cry, Son still dies
Thrown off the building like the Fall guy Caved in the grave cause you didn't know how to behave Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves
[PACE1] Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot
[WYCLEF] The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher If you see him coming, you better start running Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be humming.
[PACE1] Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash
[WYCLEF] Yo let's skip town like Harlem nights.
[LAURYN] We make moves in stage coaches Ra Digga likes the roaches If anyone approaches We be like noches, buenos And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers R & B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers.
[RA DIGGA] My style is perhaps one of the foulest I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice. (Buckin' at stars) and write rhymes for hours The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours.
[LAURYN] Bust this scenario, can't no other niggers in the barrio (From Newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo. Cause me and Rashida rock the battles It's apparent, your no talent, cause your blazin' in your saddle.
[RA DIGGA] Watch these rap bitches get all up in your pockets Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips Cause props is up, Digga's through the roof Burnin' niggers like I'm 90 proof.
[LAURYN] And for all you head beaters The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters While mamasitas carry real heaters.
[RA DIGGA] I rock the Dooby and L rocks the Nubian twists 96 Muthafuckas gettin' dissed
[CLEF]:CHORUS Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, No the nigger dies.
[YOUNG ZEE] Yeah, when the OUT's hooked up with the Refugees It be more niggas than the NAACP Comin' up on weed of all type Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes.
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