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featuring 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 see O W be O why's
[?2]
And we the capital M to the be '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 want to 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 'cause 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, see-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