This is the Fugees, outsiders up in here      Everyone wants to be a cowboy   Grab your guns boy   Forty-five by my side   No the nigger dies      Zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen   You shot your bullet, but the bullet when [unverified]   Desperado, do work for new boy   I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy      Wyclef, Pace 1, 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   Pace 1 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      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      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 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 you're 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   Muthafuckas gettin' dissed      Everyone wants to be a cowboy   Grab your guns boy   Forty-five by my side   No, the nigger dies      Yeah, when the out's hooked up with the Refugees   It be more niggas than the N.A.A.C.P.   Comin' up on weed of all type   Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes      (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 gold mine   So ooh, aah, achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa      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?      That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain   Smokin' pure from the health food 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      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 shittin' on opponents   Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on opponents      Everyone wants to be a cowboy   Grab your guns boy   Forty-five by my side   No, the nigger dies