[?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