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This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here: [(CHORUS) CLEF:] Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, No the n***er 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 Rah 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. [RAH 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 n***ers in the barrio (From Newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo. Cause me and Rashida rock the battles It´s apparent, you´re no talent, cause your blazin´ in your saddle. [RAH DIGGA:] Watch these rap b***hes 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´ n***ers 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. [RAH DIGGA:] I rock the Dooby and L rocks the Nubian twists 96 Muthaf***as gettin´ dissed [CLEF: (Chorus)] Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, No the n***er dies. [Young Zee:] Yeah, when the OUT´s hooked up with the Refugees It be more n***as than the NAACP Comin´ up on weed of all type Smokin´ home-grown out tobacco pipes. [PRAZ:] (You´ve got to know when to hold them, Know when to fold them) I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine Steal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine. Young Zee: So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa [PRAZ:] F*** the sheriff, I shot John Wayne Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane Yeah me and that kid, um "What´s his name?" [Young Zee:] That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain Smokin´ pure from the health fodd store, While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor F**k with OUT´s it´s like those Islam brothers, We march through your hood with a million muthaf***as. So let´s get high off the Fu-Gee-La When the east is in the house, like I´m Blahzay-blah [FORTE:] When pandemonium strikes, at midnight Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic On some absurd s**t You talk back, hustlin´ crack don´t make you bigger N***as who take your measurements quick, don´t make it quicker. Stick and slide with vigor City streets hot like liquor 21 gun salutin, shootin´ niggas from the roof and Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin´ Your whole style is loose and we gon´ sew it like it´s cotton. You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten the bounty on your head, says your dead by manana Pop babies whisperin´ that there´s a body dropped, behind the lot Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block Medina is the east side of town lounge never till we yawnin´ Gun players regular front page is the bonus Life will keep existing while I´m s***tin´ on the corners Life will keep existing while I´m s***tin´ on the corners [CHORUS: (Clef)] Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, No the n***er dies.

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