Zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen
When the east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah
Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton
Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane
Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher
With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot
Forty-five by my side
I rock the Dooby
The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
No the nigger dies
No, the nigger dies
Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on opponents
When pandemonium strikes at midnight
You shot your bullet, but the bullet when [unverified]
Desperado, do work for new boy
If you see him coming, you better start running
It's apparent, your no talent, 'cause you're blazin' in your saddle
Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips
Burnin' niggers like I'm 90 proof
Fuck with out's it's like those Islam brothers
The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder
It be more niggas than the N.A.A.C.P.
Woman cry, woman cry, son still dies
That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain
Buckin' at stars and write rhymes for hours
21 gun salutin', shootin' niggas from the roof
You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct
While Mamasitas carry real heaters
We be like noches, buenos
Grab your guns boy
And for all you head beaters
Wyclef, Pace 1, yo, this was how the West was won
Steal your concubine, walk away with your gold mine
Caved in the grave 'cause you didn't know how to behave
Watch these rap bitches get all up in your pockets
And get they bones fractured
Gun players regular front page is the bonus
While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
Yo, let's skip town like Harlem nights
I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine
Smokin' pure from the health food store
We march through your hood with a million muthafuckas
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Niggas who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker
You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten
The bounty on your head, says your dead by manana
From Newark to Ontario, bust us when we in stereo
Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes
So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La
Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash
So they play the Jesse James character
Forty-five by my side
Our motto, a true Desperado, rappers want to be actors
And L rocks the Nubian twists 96
Thrown off the building like the Fall Guy
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Forty-five by my side
Life will keep existing while I'm shittin' on opponents
You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger
Muthafuckas gettin' dissed
My style is perhaps one of the foulest
(You've got to know when to hold them, know when to fold them)
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
'Cause me and Rashida rock the battles
Yeah, me and that kid, um, what's his name?
I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice
Grab your guns boy
Ra Digga likes the roaches if anyone approaches
Grab your guns boy
Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Like a terrorist, I guarantee you he'll be humming
Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley
We make moves in stage coaches
And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers
R&B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers
Cause props is up, Digga's through the roof
Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic on some absurd shit
So ooh, aah, achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa
I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy
Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton
Fuck the sheriff, I shot John Wayne
Comin' up on weed of all type
On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey
Playin' cowboy, now you sleep with the slaves
And got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin'
Medina is the east side of town lounge never till we yawnin'
Stick and slide with vigor, city streets hot like liquor
Bust this scenario, can't no other niggers in the barrio
Yeah, when the out's hooked up with the Refugees
The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours
