This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here:
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[(CHORUS) CLEF:]
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Everyone wants to be a cowboy
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Grab your guns boy
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Forty-five by my side,
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No the n***er dies.
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[PACE1:]
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Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
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You shot your bullet, but the bullet when ****
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Desperado, do work for new boy
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I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy
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[WYCLEF:] Wyclef
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[PACE1:] [PACE 1]
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[WYCLEF:] Yo this was how the West was won,
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[PACE1:] Our motto, a true Desperado.
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[WYCLEF:]
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Rappers want to be actors
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So they play the Jesse James Character
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[PACE1:] And get they bones fractured.
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[PACE1:]
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You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct
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Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton
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[WYCLEF:]
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Woman cry, woman cry, Son still dies
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Thrown off the building like the Fall guy
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Caved in the grave cause you didn't know how to behave
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Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves
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[PACE1:]
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Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley
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On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey
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With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot
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Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot
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[WYCLEF:]
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The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder
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Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher
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If you see him coming, you better start running
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Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be humming.
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PACE1: Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash
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[WYCLEF:] Yo let's skip town like Harlem nights.
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[LAURYN:]
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We make moves in stage coaches
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Rah Digga likes the roaches
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If anyone approaches
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We be like noches, buenos
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And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers
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R & B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers.
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[RAH DIGGA:]
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My style is perhaps one of the foulest
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I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice.
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(Buckin' at stars) and write rhymes for hours
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The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours.
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[LAURYN:]
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Bust this scenario, can't no other n***ers in the barrio
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(From Newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo.
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Cause me and Rashida rock the battles
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It's apparent, you're no talent, cause your blazin' in your saddle.
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[RAH DIGGA:]
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Watch these rap b***hes get all up in your pockets
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Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips
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Cause props is up, Digga's through the roof
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Burnin' n***ers like I'm 90 proof.
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[LAURYN:]
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And for all you head beaters
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The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters
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While mamasitas carry real heaters.
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[RAH DIGGA:]
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I rock the Dooby and
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L rocks the Nubian twists
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96
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Muthaf***as gettin' dissed
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[CLEF: (Chorus)]
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Everyone wants to be a cowboy
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Grab your guns boy
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Forty-five by my side,
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No the n***er dies.
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[Young Zee:]
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Yeah, when the OUT's hooked up with the Refugees
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It be more n***as than the NAACP
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Comin' up on weed of all type
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Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes.
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[PRAZ:]
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(You've got to know when to hold them,
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Know when to fold them)
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I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine
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Steal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine.
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Young Zee: So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa
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[PRAZ:]
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F*** the sheriff, I shot John Wayne
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Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane
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Yeah me and that kid, um "What's his name?"
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[Young Zee:]
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That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain
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Smokin' pure from the health fodd store,
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While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
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F**k with OUT's it's like those Islam brothers,
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We march through your hood with a million muthaf***as.
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So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La
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When the east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah
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[FORTE:]
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When pandemonium strikes, at midnight
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Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic
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On some absurd s**t
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You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger
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N***as who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker.
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Stick and slide with vigor
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City streets hot like liquor
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21 gun salutin, shootin' niggas from the roof and
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Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin'
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Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton.
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You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten
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the bounty on your head, says your dead by manana
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Pop babies whisperin' that
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Cowboys
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