Games Sober

Lyrics

[Intro] 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 Other] Check it out, the Wild C-O-W-B-O-Y's 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... [Verse 1: Sadat X] Makin' moves with my cats, it's the Money Boss Players It don't pay to have money if you ain't stacked in layers When I say Wild Cowboys the name says it all I'm like your favourite, tell your man what you 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 nigga's hold ya corner, if it's your girl get up on her And bodegas across the street, holdin' guns [Verse 2: Lord Taruiq] It's mad heat nigga's on the quest to get the riches Fives threes or stitches Dicin' dumb bitches Ridin' in the sixes, windows tinted On the Rover, but now it's over The cocaine game is now sober so move over You're better off walkin' now-a-days these cars is coffins So here lies New York for extortion and I'm off in Any nigga in my path, fast you can ask Big Guy, C-Deb, and Lord, Trey Bag, and Cheeba Don [Verse 3: Shawn Black] Ayyo if you didn't know I'm from the Boogie Keep a hoodie extort a nigga 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 Pep's and my Polo Peep my flow so, the Mafioso sell coco I'm chillin, prepared for all the snakes I might be killin' [Chorus] [Verse 4: Cheeba Don] I keeps it low creepin', the cuban link peekin' 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 Timb's Talkin' bout (Cheeba), you got flow yeah (Cheeba) You got dough yeah bankrolls fly clothes yeah Chicken-heads swearing they Buttafuoco Just because they got a sixty dollar pair of Parasucos [Verse 5: ?] Well it's your franchise, I play Timb's 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 brand new Land I play the back seater, me and Cheeba smokin' reefer My crew got bricks, pushin' sticks, lookin' sick [Chorus] [Verse 6: ?7] Well bust the collaboration, the Cowboys and the Players Money Boss from uptown to watch these Bronx niggas lace this Sadat pass 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 niggas love the industry beef MC's is plastic just like the Glock they packin' Makin' noise with some Wild Cowboys but not from daps [Verse 7: ?8] Aiyyo these prophets is makin' profits, street dimensions Nigga's died to play BM suspensions Nigga's minds is cluttered, ghetto blocks they stay flooded Crack sales prevail, nigga's murdered for half a hundred I live amongst players nigga these streets is ferocious New York, New York -- fuck screamin' coastes kid For real-ah, you ain't a killa' till you killed the killa' The Uptown endorses, the Money Bossa [Verse 8: Minnesota] Listen, like a player got bad bitches, the fed's 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 fuck a bitch, hocus pocus watch this broke nigga turn rich All you clown niggas banned Money Boss sets the trends False rehearsal, all your rhymes sound like a car commercial Lay my shit down, world renowned, take your paper Minnesota I'm that nigga talkin trap with my Players [Chorus] [Outro: x2] Money Boss and the, straight flossin' the The Cowboys in the, makin' noise in the