Cowboys

This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here:<br><br>[CLEF]:CHORUS<br>Everyone wants to be a cowboy<br>Grab your guns boy<br>Forty-five by my side,<br>No the nigger dies.<br><br>[PACE1]<br>Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen<br>You shot your bullet, but the bullet when ****<br>Desperado, do work for new boy<br>I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy<br><br>[WYCLEF]<br>Wyclef<br><br>[PACE1]<br>Pace 1<br><br>[WYCLEF]<br>Yo this was how the West was won,<br><br>[PACE1]<br>Our motto, a true Desperado.<br><br>[WYCLEF]<br>Rappers want to be actors<br>So they play the Jesse James Character<br><br>[PACE1]<br>And get they bones fractured.<br><br>[PACE1]<br>You ain`t got no guns, you off to the precinct<br>Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton<br><br>[WYCLEF]<br>Woman cry, woman cry, Son still dies<br><br>Thrown off the building like the Fall guy<br>Caved in the grave cause you didn`t know how to behave<br>Playin` cowboy now you sleep with the slaves<br><br>[PACE1]<br>Who`s the desperado, sellin` bottles in the alley<br>On some villain shit, wearin` a mask like Jim Carrey<br>With his gat cocked, stinkin` up the crack spot<br>Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot<br><br>[WYCLEF]<br>The town that I`m from beggars eat cat chowder<br>Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher<br>If you see him coming, you better start running<br>Like a terrorist I guarantee you he`ll be humming.<br><br>[PACE1]<br>Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash<br><br>[WYCLEF]<br> Yo let`s skip town like Harlem nights.<br><br>[LAURYN]<br>We make moves in stage coaches<br>Ra Digga likes the roaches<br>If anyone approaches<br>We be like noches, buenos<br>And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers<br>R & B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers.<br><br>[RA DIGGA]<br>My style is perhaps one of the foulest<br>I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice.<br>(Buckin` at stars) and write rhymes for hours<br>The ghetto missy, drinkin` whiskey sours.<br><br>[LAURYN]<br>Bust this scenario, can`t no other niggers in the barrio<br>(From Newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo.<br>Cause me and Rashida rock the battles<br>It`s apparent, your no talent, cause your blazin` in your saddle.<br><br>[RA DIGGA]<br>Watch these rap bitches get all up in your pockets<br>Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips<br>Cause props is up, Digga`s through the roof<br>Burnin` niggers like I`m 90 proof.<br><br>[LAURYN]<br>And for all you head beaters<br>The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters<br>While mamasitas carry real heaters.<br><br>[RA DIGGA]<br>I rock the Dooby and<br>L rocks the Nubian twists 96<br>Muthafuckas gettin` dissed<br><br>[CLEF]:CHORUS<br>Everyone wants to be a cowboy<br>Grab your guns boy<br>Forty-five by my side,<br>No the nigger dies.<br><br>[YOUNG ZEE]<br>Yeah, when the OUT`s hooked up with the Refugees<br>It be more niggas than the NAACP<br>Comin` up on weed of all type<br>Smokin` home-grown out tobacco pipes.<br><br>[PRAZ]<br>(You`ve got to know when to hold them,<br>Know when to fold them)<br>I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine<br>Steal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine.<br><br>[YOUNG ZEE]<br>So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa<br><br>[PRAZ]<br>Fuck the sheriff, I shot John Wayne<br>Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane<br>Yeah me and that kid, um "What`s his name?"<br><br>[YOUNG ZEE]<br>That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain<br>Smokin` pure from the health fodd store,<br>While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor<br>Fuck with OUT`s it`s like those Islam brothers,<br>We march through your hood with a million muthafuckas.<br>So let`s get high off the Fu-Gee-La<br>When the east is in the house, like I`m Blahzay-blah<br><br>[FORTE]<br>When pandemonium strikes, at midnight<br>Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic<br>On some absurd shit<br>You talk back, hustlin` crack don`t make you bigger<br>Niggas who take your measurements quick, don`t make it quicker.<br>Stick and slide with vigor<br>City streets hot like liquor<br>21 gun salutin, shootin` niggas from the roof and<br>Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin`<br>Your whole style is loose and we gon` sew it like it`s cotton.<br>You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten<br>the bounty on your head, says your dead by manana<br>Pop babies whisperin` that there`s a body dropped, behind the lot<br>Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block<br>Medina is the east side of town lounge never till we yawnin`<br>Gun players regular front page is the bonus<br>Life will keep existing while I`m shitin` on opponents<br>Life will keep existing while I`m shitin` on opponents<br><br>[CLEF]:CHORUS<br>Everyone wants to be a cowboy<br>Grab your guns boy<br>Forty-five by my side,<br>No the nigger dies.