Yes it's the Fugees, outsiders
You want to be a cowboy?
Everybody get your guns
And meet me outside right now
(Oleheee)
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab the gun boys
(Oleheee)
Forty-five by my side
Do we live no nigger dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your bullet
But the bullet went desperado
(Do work for new boy)
I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy
Wyclef
Pacewon
Yo this was how the West was won
Our motto, a true Desperado
Rappers want to be actors
So they play the Jesse James character
And get they bones fractured
You ain't got no guns
You off to the precinct
Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton
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
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
Pacewon dies with both eyes on the jackpot
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
Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like Harlem nights
(Oleheee)
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab the gun boys
(Oleheee)
Forty-five by my side
Do we live no nigger dies
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
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
Bust this scenario, can't no other nigger 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
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
And for all you head beaters
The lead eaters
The cheaters soon to be retreaters
While mamasitas carry real heaters
I rock the Dooby and
L rocks the Nubian twists, 96
Muthafuckeras gettin' dissed
(Oleheee)
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab the gun boys
(Oleheee)
Forty-five by my side
Do we live no nigger dies
Yeah, when the OUT's hooked up with the Refugees
It be more niggers than the NAACP
Comin' up on weed of all type
Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes
(Come on)
(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
So ooh aaah achiga
Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa
Fuck rhe 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?"
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
Fuck with OUT's it's like those Islam brothers
We march through your hood with a million muthafuckeras
So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La
When the east is in the house
Like I'm Blahzay-blah
When pandemonium strikes, at midnight
Hit full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic
On some absurd shit
You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger
Niggas 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 shitin' on the corners
Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners
(Oleheee)
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab the gun boys
(Oleheee)
Forty-five by my side
Do we live no nigger dies
Cowboys together
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Yo man its seems like
You tryan get everybody
But they gettin' us
You know what I'm sayin'
But you know, no need to cry
'Cause everything gonna be aight
Man it's gonna be alright, you know
It's just ill, you know
Last night all i see is bullet
And feet running and backs you know
And when the smoke clears
Little Joe on the ground
He had to be no younger than 13, 14 old
Watching his own blood pouring from his head
Mother on her knees crying out her head off
Hell nah, it's gonna be the death of another Nigga you know
That's how it's always is
We crying for after life
While it's just still this one