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This is the Fugees, outsiders up in

Everyone wants to be a
your guns boy
Forty-five by my
No the dies

Zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen
You shot your bullet, but the bullet when
Desperado, do for new boy
I out my gun and plug two like Trugoy

Wyclef, 1, yo, this was how the West was won
Our motto, a true Desperado, want to be actors
So they play the Jesse character
And get they fractured

You ain't got no guns, you off to the
Inside tuff guys are feminine like Easton
cry, woman cry, son still dies

Thrown off the building like the Guy
Caved in the grave you didn't know how to behave
Playin' cowboy, now you sleep with the

Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the
On some villain shit, a mask like Jim Carrey
With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the spot
1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot

The town that I'm from eat cat chowder
Sundance Kid is the everyday purse
If you see him coming, you start running
a terrorist, I guarantee you he'll be humming

Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the
Yo, let's skip town like Harlem

We moves in stage coaches
Ra Digga likes the if anyone approaches
We be noches, buenos
And I compose a for the many gun-slingers
R&B singers, guns with two fingers

My is perhaps one of the foulest
I large clouds of smoke through my chalice
at stars and write rhymes for hours
The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey

Bust this scenario, can't no other niggers in the
Newark to Ontario, bust us when we in stereo
'Cause me and rock the battles
apparent, your no talent, 'cause you're blazin' in your saddle

Watch these rap bitches get all up in your
Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock
Cause props is up, Digga's through the
Burnin' like I'm 90 proof

And for all you head
The eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters
While Mamasitas real heaters

I the Dooby
And L rocks the Nubian 96
Muthafuckas dissed

Everyone wants to be a
Grab your boy
Forty-five by my
No, the nigger

Yeah, when the out's up with the Refugees
It be more niggas the N.A.A.C.P.
Comin' up on of all type
Smokin' out tobacco pipes

(You've got to know when to them, know when to fold them)
I can the sunshine, piss in your wine
Steal your concubine, walk away with your mine
So ooh, aah, achiga, Mamasa Mamakusa

Fuck the sheriff, I John Wayne
Push him off the train in the movie Shane
Yeah, me and that kid, um, what's his

That would be me, Zee from No Brain
Smokin' pure from the food store
While my whore cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
Fuck with out's it's like those brothers

We march through your hood with a million
So get high off the Fu-Gee-La
When the east is in the house, I'm Blahzay-blah

When pandemonium at midnight
Full moon splits soft in a lunatic on some absurd shit
You talk back, hustlin' crack make you bigger
Niggas who take measurements quick, don't make it quicker

Stick and slide with vigor, city streets hot liquor
21 gun salutin', shootin' niggas from the
And got nerve to mouth it and the weight you claim you movin'
Your style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton

You to recognize that everybody could get gotten
The bounty on your head, says dead by manana
Pop whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
blew up the spot and locked the whole block

Medina is the east of town lounge never till we yawnin'
Gun players regular front page is the
Life will existing while I'm shittin' on opponents
Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on

Everyone wants to be a
your guns boy
Forty-five by my
No, the dies