Game`s Sober lyrics

Artist  : Sadat X 
Song : Game`s Sober



 Send "Game`s Sober" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

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)