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.