[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