Sadat X - Game's Sober lyrics
rate me(feat. Money Boss Players)
[?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 niggaz hold ya corner if it's your girl get up on her
And bodegas across the street, holdin guns
[?3]
It's mad heat niggaz 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 nowadays cuz 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
[?4]
AIyyo if you didn't know I'm from the Boogie
keep a hoodie and start 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 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 Buttafouco
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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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
Niggaz died to play BM suspensions
Niggaz minds is cluttered, ghetto blocks they stay flooded
Crack sales prevail, niggaz murdered for half a hundred
I live amongst players nigga these streets is ferocious
New York, New York - fuck screamin coastes kid
Fuhrealla, you ain't a killa till you killed the killa
The Uptown endorses, the Money Bosser
[Minnesota]
Listen, like a player got bad bitches, 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 fuck a bitch, hocus pocus watch this broke nigga turn rich
All you clown niggaz 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]
Money Boss and the, straight flossin the
The Cowboys in the, makin noise in the
[x2 and variations to fade]
