Yeah, yeah

Once again as we join Sadat X

On the great hunt for dough

Along with my man Show B-i-z

Representin D.I.T.C.

Wild Cowboys make a lotta noise



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Stages and cameras and lights don't affect me

Same on the wax as the same on the street [x2]



Now for the good things in life, Show, let's keep this crowd minglin

Been everywhere like twice, my latest trip been to England

Learned this whole scene from the Grand Puba

Peace to Lord Jamar and Nas Escobar

My people Crime Family, they finally got a chance

Long live Ralph [Name] and his crazy man Sam

My man [Name], can I get a suit from Mecca?

Brother [Name] from Karl Kani, can I get a shirt so I can be fly?

I'd also like a Walker Wear suit made from April

Hit me off in May when I'm heard on Ed and Dre, Scoop

Jackson on the late night, New Jersey week night

??? say it, my joint they better play it

Rhyme after rhyme after rhyme after rhyme

Line after line after line after line 

Somebody said did I know my man Kid Capri?

I grew up on him and my man Brucie Bee

The lone mic for hire like the viking

If shit ain't to my liking

I run and get the axe

It's not that I'm a racist, it's just I'm pro-blacks

You can't sleep in this here game 

Cause there's cheese and

There's a million MC's in public housin 

A nigga'll step on your back

Just to get a crack

Got to go reign, the whole thing is like a game

I ain't never been gold, but I got the platinum fame

Like this



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My energetic show is just half of the picture

I take your suggestion, no question inflicted

Add to it, then get bad to it

The music man and I got what's hot

I be the pleasure principle

Reignin and restrain from buggin out

And luggin out the heavy arms

I'm to rap what Allen Iverson's to Georgetown

The truth sayer, never team player

I move, groove, groove and parlay

If I could bone every day, would I go that way?

Check it out

At first I'll take a little lead to lead the whole world

Jump and make the earth shake and expose the fake

This is no coincidence, this was bound to be

Tell the young history is bein made

Goin backwards I had a low one, a baldie, and a fade

Bein fresher neverthelesser makes me go all out

Cause I'm out in the street too much

Not to be too clutched

Showbiz is my man, no question, ace

Hit me off with the head-nod ???

My tunnel vision has my shit on collision

We're makin dough, makin investments

And stackin up the property

30 years from now the young boys is livin properly

As the foundin father

Of the style that niggas ain't even bother to find out

It will blow your mind out

Missioned in the circles of royalty

Wild Cowboys I owe my whole loyalty

At the scene of the crime, the new essence of the rhyme

Comes out like a dime piece, braided and shredded

Wack rappers get mean shouts from my team

The riches, the bitches and all the fan fanfare

But I stay aware just like the black bear

'96 is my year



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