Fugees, John Forté, Outsidaz - Cowboys lyrics

(Bust) yeah, this is the Fugees (Ahh, yeah)
Outsidaz in here
(This happens on the block every day)
So, you wanna be a cowboy?
Everybody, get your guns and meet me
In the back right now

Oh lay hee
Everyone wants to be a cowboy, grab your gun
Boys oh lay hee
45 by my side, do he live? No, the nigga die

Zen, zen-zen-zen, zen-zen-zen
You shot your bullet, but the bullet went
(Err) desperado, new word for rudeboy
I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy
Wyclef, Pace Won, yo
This was how the West was won
Our motto, a true desperado
Rappers want to be actors
So they play the Jesse James call-up card
And get they bones fractured
You ain't got no guns
You off to the precinct
Inside tough 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 (Huh)
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
(Gimme that) 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

Oh lay hee
Everyone wants to be a cowboy, grab your gun
Boy oh lay hee
45 by my side, do he live? No, the nigga die

We make moves in stage coaches
Rah Digga likes the roaches
If anyone approaches, we like noches buenos
Then 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 niggas in the barrio
From North to Ontario
Tame us when we in stereo
'Cause me and Rashida rock the battles
It's apparent you're 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 (Rah Digga)
Digga's through the roof
Burnin' niggas like I'm 90 proof
And for all y'all head beaters
The lead eaters
The cheaters soon to be retreaters
While mamacitas carry real heaters
I rock the doobie and L
Rocks the Nubian twists
Nine-six, motherfuckers gettin' dissed

Oh lay hee
Everyone wants to be a cowboy, grab your gun
Boys oh lay hee
45 by my side, do he live? No, the nigga die
(yeah)

When the Outs hooked up with the refugees
It be more niggas than the NAACP (Mad niggas)
Comin' up on weed of all types
Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes (C'mon)
You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine
Steal your concubine
Walk away with your gold mine
So ooh, ahh, ahh chi-ka
Mama-se, mama-sa, mama ma-ku-sa
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 slap cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
Fuck with Outs
It's like those Islam brothers
We march through your hood
With a million motherfuckers
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 and midnight hit's
Full moon split's soft niggas and the
Lunatics 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
You dead by mañana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a
Body drop behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and
Locked the whole block
Medina is the east side of town lounge
Never 'til we yawnin'
Gun play is regular, front page is the bonus
Life will keep existing as
I'm shittin' on opponents
Life will keep existing as
I'm shittin' on opponents

Oh lay hee
Everyone wants to be a cowboy, grab your gun
Boy oh lay hee
45 by my side, do he live? No, the nigga die
(Cowboys)

Yo, man it seem like we tryna get everybody
But they gettin' us
You know what I'm sayin'? But, you know
No need to cry 'cause
Everything gon' be alright, man
It's gon' be alright, you know?
You know, it's just ill, yo
Last night, you know, all I seen was
Bullets and feet runnin' and backs, you know
And when the smoke cleared it was
A little joker on the ground, man
No Had to be no younger than thirteen
Fourteen years old
Blood pourin' from his head
His mother on her mother on her knees cryin'
You know cryin' her head off
Tomorrow's headline is gonna be "The
Death of Another Nigga"
You know what I'm sayin'?
"The Death of Another Nigga", you know?
That's how it always is
We cryin' for a afterlife while
They just steal this one