Game`s Sober Lyrics

Game`s Sober lyrics

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 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
(repeat 2X and variations to fade)