Shit, fuck this shit
[Hook]
Who`s is those niggas makin` all that noise
Wild Cow-boys
Who`s is those kids makin` all that noise
Wild Cow-boys
I say the uptown kids got to say something
To let the hash blow without coughin` mo`
I said the cowboy kids have to say something
To let the hash blow without coughin` mo`
[Sadat X]
Relax B, cause ain`t no got damn problem
Ever since I was born it was Hell up in Harlem
Hot like 9-7 and I`m still point one
Fuck with old school beats like oh check me now
Coup Deville for this late night poet
Used to live on 7th, I rhymed about eights
Kidnappin` MC`s who could not relate
Uptown has been my home for 25 years
20 real niggas make 40 million a year
Block to block, ya gotta bubble like shampoo
Niggas is gettin` ugly and life is still a gamble
My crack won`t sell these niggas got a lower price
It`s all good so I gotta get shiest
AK spittin` or should I do the street sweep
We be strapped in the tinted down black Jeep
Until X throw them lights on the low beam
We started buckin` off shots at his home team
He wanted money but he didn`t want to murder kids
He wanted props but he caught slugs in his face
Feels good representin` for my crack turf
[Shawn Black]
Ah cat daddy what have we here
Wild Cowboys scheduled to appear
Life`s no game, I`m like the travelin` man
I`m not a gun slinger but I bring my lil` man named Rueben
He`ll do the poppin` then hop on the AmTrak
And see ya in September when the high school starts back
I`m like the fun packin` rapper
Like to work the art, Napoleon Bonaparte
Couldn`t lead a war to party like the General X
The one who protects, respects, and signin` checks
And we leavin` and everybody`s tore up
And nobody tells you, my style can`t be stored up
I sound like another nigga WHAT!
Beat cha` ass down WHAT!
The Great X right here is like a monument
Wild Cowboys is runnin` the government
[* Various people talking *]
[Cool Chuck]
This one here is for the West or the East
I roam streets, ride beats, ride freaks
Dust rappers like a Hoover
I wanna buy land, groovers just for the buddha
The microphone demander
I get into shit, get out shit call me Barry Sanders
Wave your hand if your playas
I got the gat watch me blaze ya
Or cut cha` face with my razor
Tryin` hoo-rake mine, how the fuck I`ma shine
Corny rappers leave the mic alone
Cool Chuck style, stay cream like the cream on ya corn
I made ya girl moan, sexin` me when we at home
Tryin` to sex me when we on the phone
Style stays tragic like Magic
Some of you rappers just don`t got it
Copeland Ave. makin` noise
Cool Chuck signin` off sayin` peace to the cowboys
[Tec]
I`m the ruffneck, cruise on maneur to the prosecuter
Glock 9 shotter leave you stunk like a sewer
I pack rhymes like a 9 in my holster
Put cha door up, I leave ya broker than a crack smoker
Little league MC`s will freeze
Put my voice on wax and blow it up like the Japanese
Cowboys and we do it like Texas outlaws
Lettin` off four pause in the Legend
Cool Chuck, D-X, and Tec runnin` wild
Portland Ave style bury six rounds in ya crown
Fuck the hoes in the limos
It`s all about the demos, order a dime to keep my mind stimo
A lethal, desert eagle, so whatever people
Ya be a cold corpse when the paramedics reach you
Cause I leak lead and niggas sleep
Get his head feet deep
Into the concrete street
Do whatever boy, do it like the cops fuck the crack slingers
Cause ain`t a dollar gettin` spent when the gat stick ya
Uptown that`s my project, can`t stop Tec
While the triple X bin got my nine wrecked
