COWBOYS

You shot your bullet but the bullet went desperado you work for rude boy I'll pull out my gun and plug two like trugoy Wyclef pace 1 this is now the west was on our motto a true desperado rapper wanna be actors so the play the Jesse James calling card and get three bones fractured you ain't got no guns your off to the precinct inside tough guys are femine like Shenna Easton People cry people cry son still die thrown off the building like the fall guy caved in a grave cause you didn't no how to behave playin cowboy now you sleep wit the slaves who's the desperado sellin bottles in alley on some villain shit wearin a mask like Jim Carey wit his gat cocked stink up the crack spot pace 1 dies wit eyes on the jackpotthe town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder sun dance kid is your everyday purse snatcher if you see him coming you better start runnin like a terrorist I guarantee he'll be bombing dynamite dynamite Clef I got the cash yo let's skip like harlem knights We make movesin stage coches while digger likes the roaches if anyone approaches we like noches daineno then I compose a poem for the many gun slingers R&B singers perpetrating gun slingers wit two fingers my style is perhaps one of the thousand I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice buck at star write rhymes for hours ghetto missy drinkin whisky sours Bust this scenario can't no other niggers in the barrio from Newyork to Ontario take us when we get stereo cause me and rasheeda rock the battles it's appearent your no talent cause your blazin in your saddles watch these rap bitches get all in your pockets then bounce wit accounts that give me good stock tips Cause props is up niggers through the roof burnin Niggers like I'm 90 proof and for all you head beaters the lead eaters the cheater the soon to be retreaters while mama cita carry real heathers I rock the dubian L rocks the nubian twist 96 motherfuckers gettin dissed When the hooked up wit the refugees it be more niggers than naacp comin up on weed of all types smokin home grown out of tobacco pipes I can take the sunshine piss in your wine steal conqubine walk away wit your gold mine so oh ah mama sy mama saw mama moc mama cu saw fuck the sheriff I shot Joan Wayne push him off the run away train in the movie shane me and that kid what's his name dat would be me young Z from no brain smokin pure from that health food store while my horse slaps cops like Zaza Gabour fuck were like these Islam brothers we march to you hood wit a million motherfuckers so let's get high off the fu gee la when the east is in thehouse like I'm Blahzay Blah When pandomnium strikes at midnight hits most soft nigger luinitics on some absurd shit you talk back hustlein crack don't make you a bigger nigger who take measurement quick don't make them quicker stickin sons wit vigor city streets hot like liquor 21 gun salute shoot nigger from the roof an got nerve to mouth about and the way you claim to move an your whole style is loose were going sew it like cotton you fail to recognize that everybody could be gotten the bounty on your head says your dead by pop babies whisperin there's a body drop behind the lot thieves blew up the spot lock the whole block medina is the east of town long never we on it gun play is regular front page is the business life for keep existing while I'm shitting on opponents