[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.

 [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]
 Fuck 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
 Fuck with OUT's it's like those Islam brothers,
 We march through your hood with a million muthafuckas.
 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 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

 [CLEF]:CHORUS
 Everyone wants to be a cowboy
 Grab your guns boy
 Forty-five by my side,
 No the nigger dies