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