Sadat X - Game's Sober lyrics

[?1] A while ago, just want you to know Just who you're listenin to (say whaaaaat?) So listen let me tell you Who I am, and what I do [Chorus: Sadat X and?2] [Sadat X] Check it out, the Wild C-O-W-B-O-Y's [?2] And we the capital M to the B's to the P's [together] Money Boss and the Wild Cowboys, goin down in history, well... [Sadat X] Makin moves with my cats, it's the Money Boss Players It don't pay to have money if you ain't stackin layers When I say Wild Cowboys the name says it all I'm like your favorite, tell your man whatchu wanna tell him I run styles, stack piles, more than a thousand empty vials The new rhyme era, makes me the New York terror Bronx n***az hold ya corner if it's your girl get up on her And bodegas across the street, holdin guns [?3] It's mad heat n***az on the quest to get the riches Fives threes or stitches Dicin dumb b**hes Ridin in the sixes, windows tinted On the Rover, but now it's over The c**aine game is now sober so move over You're better off walkin nowadays cuz cars is coffins So here lies New York for extortion and I'm off in Any n***a in my path, fast you can ask Big Guy, C-Deb, and Lord, Trey Bag, and Cheeba Don [?4] AIyyo if you didn't know I'm from the Boogie Keep a hoodie and start a n***a And flip a brick for the triple figures It's the young cat, black push wigs facts and brackets Bronx drug traffic, soldier heads wreak havoc It's the SB, from the one-six-sluggy, but yo I'm A-Solo with a pair of Peps and my Polo Peep my flow so, the Mafioso sell coco I'm chillin, prepared for all the snakes I might microwave [Chorus] [Cheeba Don] I keeps it low creepin, the cuban link peepin I plays the back of the Ac, with the tints half cracked Blowin smoke thinkin, about BM's and rims But my left and rights, ain't pushin nothin but some Tims Talkin bout (Cheeba), you got flow yeah (Cheeba) You got dough yeah bankrolls fly clothes yeah Chickenheads, swearin, they bu*tafouco Just because they got a sixty dollar pair of Parasuco [?6] Well it's your franchise, I play Tims and BM's Knots, twenties and tens, blacked-out P's with rims I spring drops plus invest in spots So I can float yachts, while my crew play the lot Five hundred grand, me and my fam livin flam Money Boss comin through, with the grand new Land I play the back seater, me and Cheeba smokin reefer My crew got bricks, pushin sticks, lookin sick [Chorus] [?7] Well bust the collaboration, the Cowboys and the Players Money Boss from uptown to watch these Bronx n***az lace this Sadat pa** that pot, twist up so we can rock Get this louie and yo Mayor Rudy need to get popped For any altercations, we bring the beef to the streets That's word to mother, cause n***az love the industry beef MC's is plastic just like the glock they packin Makin noise with some Wild Cowboys but not from daps [?8] Aiyyo these prophets is makin profits, street dimensions n***az died to play BM suspensions n***az minds is cluttered, ghetto blocks they stay flooded Crack sales prevail, n***az murdered for half a hundred I live amongst players n***a these streets is ferocious New York, New York - f** screamin coastes kid Fuhrealla, you ain't a k**a till you k**ed the k**a The Uptown endorses, the Money Bosser [Minnesota] Listen, like a player got bad b**hes, the feds got snitches I play these streets for what they worth, BX my place of birth Bronx New York, stop the bank, went out and thanks spendin mon So f** a b**h, hocus pocus watch this broke n***a turn rich All you clown n***az banned Money Boss sets the trends False rehearsal, all your rhymes sound like a car commercial Lay my sh** down, world renowned, take your paper Minnesota I'm that n***a talkin trap with my Players [Chorus] Money Boss and the, straight flossin the The Cowboys in the, makin noise in the [x2 and variations to fade]