[Hook:]
'Write Your Name across the Sky'
Nashawn!
'Write Your Name across the Sky'
Bravehearts!
'Write Your Name across the Sky'
Nashawn!
'Write Your Name across the Sky'
[Verse 1:]
Uh, for my name these niggaz'll die
It's only one name write mines across the sky
I gave Cheeba to escape all the true lies
I blow the smoke and lye
See the cloud spell my name in the sky
It's Nashawn!, dippin' in the lambo, Rambo, Commando
Slugs that he can't handle, he a clown
Costume jury down
Play the part in the movie he think he Out-po
Bitch!
[Hook:]
'Write Your Name across the Sky'
Nashawn!
'Write Your Name across the Sky'
Bravehearts!
[Verse 2:]
If I killed one of these rappers, somebody'll snitch
I ain't gon' hit 'em wit one
I put the whole Clip, .4/.5th's so sick
Head split hoe-less
I'm here to write my name to boldness
If you fuck 'Cam bitch let me know this
Cuz I think he got A.I.D.S, full blown kid
Jenny Jones don't wanna split whole Wig
Nashawn put the Murder Game down
Slugs in his Pink fitted, Coward!
[Hook:]
'Write Your Name across the Sky'
Nashawn!
'Write Your Name across the Sky'
Bravehearts!
[Verse 3:]
Wit a Spray can and Red paint, I ain't goin' nowhere
Been through it, Nashawn all across the Hemisphere
Spit Coffins, live off it, all these dead Corpses
Rappers rift talkin' shit, I'mma take 'em off this
Wit not problem, I'mma get mine
leave a nigga 3-piece suit, shoes spit shine
Spit .9, holdin' his chest, grabbin' his chin
I'mma put this fake rap beef to an end
Say Somethin'!
[Hook:]
'Write Your Name across the Sky'
Nashawn!
'Write Your Name across the Sky'
Bravehearts!
[Verse 4:]
Hands Up! - my gun is on his forehead
His man stuck, leave it to me they all dead
Nash - command demand I go in his Pocket
Hit his jaw wit the side of the glock, it's poppin'
Snatch watch off chain Yach, hard as possible
You Roc-A-Fella nigga rock you
Profit a dude leave 'em in the cut stinkin'
Write my name in his chest wit a Knife leakin'
You Homo!
[Hook:]
'Write Your Name across the Sky'
Nashawn!
'Write Your Name across the Sky'
Bravehearts!
'Write Your Name across the Sky'
Nashawn!
'Write Your Name across the Sky'
[Intro: Nashawn]
Yea, that's what I'm talkin' about, all day
Nashawn (Wow), 2004 (Wow), nigga here (Wow)
He-he, it's gon' be realest shit y'all (Wow)
Get ready for me, the kid, the God
(Count me in) Nashawn
[HooK: Nashawn]
Just look at his watch, just look at his Range
Just look at his glock, just look at his slang
Wow, all my ladies go, wow
Just look at his watch, just look at his Range
Just look at his glock, just look at his slang
Wow, all my ladies go, wow
[Verse One: Nashawn]
When it comes to these women, they wanna ride wit me
It could mean, she gon' gettin' killed, she wanna die wit me
Anythin' to lie wit me, keep her high wit me
But not as high as Whitney and Bobby, wow
Love her style, she keep a doobie wrapped up or when she let it down
Every girl in town wanna be her now
She use to stay in the hood, now she won't be around
Wow, feel well, some of my old squeezes, I got some new pieces
Icin' out the head of Jesus
Lights on, on the highway, speedin'
Light rain, hyrdo in my right hand, chiefin'
[Interlude: Nashawn]
Yea, [SNIFFS] [COUGHS]
yea, fo'sho, shorty wanna smoke?
wanna hit this?, uh, I'ma smoke this El to the head
See that dyke ma ma?
[HooK: Nashawn]
Just look at his watch, just look at his Range
Just look at his glock, just look at his slang
Wow, all my ladies go, wow
Just look at his watch, just look at his Range
Just look at his glock, just look at his slang
Wow, all my ladies go, wow
[Verse Two: Nashawn]
Wow, up in the Bronx, where the people's are fresh
I had a shorty fat ass and some big ass breast
Who walk well, all my homies said, wow
We ain't seen a shorty like that in a while
Now, they know now, been knew my style
Got a Portuguese Ma, whose pussy flow like the Canal
Now, I flossed wit her through town
Hands down, all the older heads caught me
I got the baddest bitch around now
[HooK: Nashawn]
Just look at his watch, just look at his Range
Just look at his glock, just look at his slang
Wow, all my ladies go, wow
Just look at his watch, just look at his Range
Just look at his glock, just look at his slang
[Intro: Nashawn]
Yea, Money Machine, Money Machine, Yea C'mon
[Verse 1:]
This goes for dudes confused we over rule
Disrespectful views of the King of NY
Fuck that, why try? though lie in his eye
Now we readin' it, that's that hype shit from sayin' it
Conscience of your non-sense in '99
Rob more niggaz than, tuck wit the .9
Toast shit like Compton, nigga rep B
You wanna get on dunn, you need to ask Reek
Ain't no other Kings in this rap shit, they siblings
None but my Children, we pop they disappearin'
Remember when MC's used to be on funny shit
Than Notorious came out, listen, study shit
Now we on some Money Shit, Machine is out the Blue
You light-weight, Nash milli my white Coke
Makes the skills shake, that's why my paper neva funny
And you still re-coup it, stupid it!
[Hook x2: Nashawn]
Yea, let's get this Cash, let's get this Cake
Let's get it so fast and enjoy this Paper
[Verse 2:]
Back in Elementary - a nigga drinkin' Hennessey
Wasn't alone I grew up amongst a Don bree
I want my .9 didn't need a place to rest
And now I got 'Money Machine' Tatted on my chest
Lord could you feel me
Fuck the people in the past, we wanna last
Keep your sugar finger fast
Remember thuggish? no longer livin' he deceased
Call up the Sirens, he was murdered in the streets
May he Rest in Peace
I'm on the low smokin' weed, that's how it be
And you don't wanna fuck wit me, bitch nigga please
[Hook x2: Nashawn]
Yea, let's get this Cash, let's get this Cake
Let's get it so fast and enjoy this Paper
[Verse 3:]
Deep in the middle of Little Italy dealin' wit some middle-men
nigga I bust you in the cherry red 7-60
Got the glizzy locked in the stizzy
Drunked pissy buck 60 down in one-wizzy
(What's that?) y'all niggaz still buyin' Hub Cabs
Back of the Shack, came back in the Benz back
[Hook x2: Nashawn]
Yea, let's get this Cash, let's get this Cake
Let's get it so fast and enjoy this Paper
[Outro: Nashawn]
Yea, Rest in Peace Biggie Smalls
Rest in Peace 2pac - Rest in Peace Big Pun
Yea, this Nashawn y'all, D-lex on the Motherfuckin' track
Money Machine, Whuttup Jungle, whuttup Reek
Liver, Air Head, Ron Smack, this how we gon' do it
Nas whuttup, G-Wiz, it's gangsta
QB, BX, Mannhattan, Brooklyn, Staten
[Intro: Jungle]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Money Machine
Yeah, yeah, lotta niggas get killed of shit like this
Ya heard? Listen
[Hook:]
It's getting hot yo, somebody gon' die
It's getting hot yo, somebody gotta die
It's getting hot yo, somebody gon' die
It's getting hot yo, somebody gotta die
[Jungle:]
Ayo who the richest niggas in the hood who got it locked?
Who gon' hand-in-hand running from the cops
On the block with the loose rocks, fight for your props
Put the ice in your watch; turn your life up a notch
Get in the streets; if you want beef I gets busy
Toss crack cookie to my dawg life Frisbees
I play the club get love from the quarters
They whisper in my ear "Let's go half on the daughter"
Don't you know that I'm a cold blooded killer?
I ain't gon' be shit but a drug dealer
I looked in my best friends eyes when he died
Bullets hit his heart two, three times
Everything I know I learned in the ghetto
Too much Hennessey make me act like the Devil
I'll take a lil' argument to another level
We could fight, use a knife or pop heavy metal
[Hook x2]
[Nashawn:]
I'm in the streets y'all
You know how many streets I'm a teach y'all
How many pieces? You know hustlers slinging them pieces
All the lil' kids dress indecent
Another baby moms up in the precinct
With his cracks on the table and this nigga's I.D bent
To three month all baby is teething
And now his life on the run for no damn reason
He tell his niggas when he see it he's squeezing
Got dawgs stressed out, lightly eating
He looked different losing weight when he speaking
Shot a dude over Jay and Nas beefing in the beacon
He still bent no bed to sleep in
The way his eyes lit up you'll be dead if you beef with 'em
Only some real niggas still chief with 'em
The younger nigga said "If he's ripped yo I'm leaving 'em"
[Intro: Nashawn]
Uh, all my drug dealers
Whether you a nigga or a girl
(Uh) in the struggle (uh)
But I treat it like a bitch (uh)
[Verse 1: Nashawn]
Look at the girl, she got the world on her shoulders
Raised in the ghetto and she still gettin' colder
Early in the mornin' hustlin', she a soldier
Know about that flippin' and stack chips, but who showed her?
How to water, got scorched the cook, the Coke
She don't like a cookie, yo she spend a boulder
No loose change, she like the money that fold when it came
In the Spring time, Summer, or the Winter, she came, came
In the hood, we love you Ms. Cocaine
I always kept you bundled 'til the fiends came
And let you get off, and cop you again
Ma, you the reason why the block poppin'
All the hustlers give you utmost respect
'Cause you help us buy .9's and tec's
We love you, even though you killed a lot of people
And got a lot of my niggaz in jail, we still need you
[Hook: Nashawn]
In the hood we love Ms. Cocaine
In the ghetto we love you Lady Heroin
We think about you, 'cause you helped us get change & chains
A lot of things change, since you came
In the hood we love Ms. Cocaine
In the ghetto we love you Lady Heroin
We think about you, 'cause you helped us get change & chains
A lot of things change, since you came
[Verse 2: Nashawn]
Lady Heroin has gained a weight
Look a 'lil too diesel
And it's foul what you do to my people
Got my pops all leaned over, to you in the needle
Gotta take care of 'em now, can't leave 'em, he need you
Let 'em rely on the boy, that's what we call a girl
Stay away from her, she have you in a whole another world
Everybody grind her, sometimes she goes both ways
Her and her friend Bonita
She a cheater, lightin' up the high
If you pimp her, I'll have you extra fly
It's just fast or die, who you provide to
In the ghetto we love you Lady Heroin
I always kept you bundled 'til the fiends came
You got my dawgs, fifty to life, and that ain't right
Without you, I'ma be alright
'Cause all my niggaz die hustle wit you, hold yo head
And keep a watch for the.., watch for the feds
[Hook: Nashawn]
In the hood we love Ms. Cocaine
In the ghetto we love you Lady Heroin
We think about you, 'cause you helped us get change & chains
A lot of things change, since you came
In the hood we love Ms. Cocaine
In the ghetto we love you Lady Heroin
We think about you, 'cause you helped us get change & chains
A lot of things change, since you came
[Verse 3: Nashawn]
She got me on the run, cops ran up on my crib for her
I said she ain't here, they still lookin' for her
--Rumblin', wreckin' shit, rippin' up my fly shit
I said - "Ain't no Alicia Keys in here"
They goin' hard, searchin' for this broad I'm suppose to have
Fuckin' up my rest, they goin' up hard in my path, tried to cuff me
It's about to get ugly, I grabbed the cop gun after he snuffed me
I'm goin' all out, *blaow* *blaow*, two shots blew
One cop down, one cop through
Then I boated out, got to get out of the country
Somebody done set me up, lovely, lovely
Oh, how I love you Ms. Cocaine
You had me up in the game before the cops came
oh, how I love you Lady Heroin
You had me up in the game before the feds came
[Hook: Nashawn]
In the hood we love Ms. Cocaine
In the ghetto we love you Lady Heroin
We think about you, 'cause you helped us get change & chains
A lot of things change, since you came
In the hood we love Ms. Cocaine
In the ghetto we love you Lady Heroin
We think about you, 'cause you helped us get change & chains
[Nashawn:]
When I first hear the beat, walked on it, so perfect at
Everybody in town wanted to hear verses (In Jail)
I split chins, bring Grey Goose
Listen I'm repping all them niggas in prison
Like, get big, come home, have kids
Watch, how many bitches wanna suck your cock (In Jail)
Rolling I'll Will Record style, smash rocks
How many pebbles on the street get popped?
And y'all don't want it, washed up
That nigga got the mothafucking monster
I'm the best of the new breed
5'7" with a gold teeth, brown skin with a chrome 3
570 you dead homey, y'all niggas don't know me (In Jail)
Hush, or get the whole gang clique touch
These dude's too slow can't keep up
All I hear is "Nashawn I'm living"
Y'all can't live in prison y'all too real
Y'all won't live in (In Jail)
[Chorus: Nashawn]
If you want it, you could get it
'Cause that nigga Nash a menace (In Jail)
It's been a minute, keep it quiet
Now he about to start a riot
Do-do-do-do-do-do
[Nashawn:]
My block hot now I got a rat
And these clowns in the industry don't want to scrap
Yo picture me (In Jail) fighting on the block
And the dude got a knife, he'll yell
He won't last in jail man, I be the same nigga rocking my jewels
Popping shit, knocking out fools, getting mad bitches from bitches
Walking down the hall like what, my k-tone sharp two brush
Get cut, face it, we're the bravest, outrageous
Been a wild since we came off the slave ships
Cake it (In Jail), we been had money, y'all just made it
All you do is get yourself body for racing
Nashawn spit for the hell and dons in the jail
See you if you knew the bail (In Jail)
I compare these streets to a coke sell
Y'all cowards won't last today in jail
Y'all will tell
[Chorus]
[Nashawn:]
Props is need, y'all dude's got the wrong kid
He'll stand up (In Jail), Queens and the Bronx
Where I lived for years, Nashawn coming down on 'em
And that be their worst nightmares, spit sickness
They be clown rap, now listen how I switch tracks
I'm the eeny, meeny, he won't come back
Pour a lil' Henny out
In the 6 with no roof and the titties out
Call Nas, call Jung, call Wizard
The way we handle ourselves we could live in (In Jail)
We're the realest clique out
Y'all come through fronting and get knocked the fuck out
'Cause we're brave, we're the bravest
We brave, we're the bravest (In Jail)
We brave, we're the bravest
We brave, we're the bravest
[Intro: Nashawn]
Nashawn, Money Machine
Here that phone ring?, ha-ha
Ill Will y'all
[Verse 1: Nashawn]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Ayo that's the hood dawg
Hungry little niggaz, like that's the ghetto y'all
Slugs for Christmas, thugs cookin' up, usin' Mom's dishes
Playin' with guns, hopin' dump-dumps
And run up on yo crib while you in it
He a little dunn-dunn, see he gon' grow up and be a menace
Operation at 12, miss 'em long in the penit
Give 'em a gun and you finished
See he the future, I don't know when they come back
I give 'em a .9 ruger
On the block how to maneuver
And you gotta feed your dog, so they could be fat, who could move 'em
Hurt shit, use to the limit, gotta murk shit
Show his ass how to ride in the Hurst
All my life I put work in, pumpin' the servant
Fiends this is the life of a kid in the urban
Who fiends for the Porsche's, Jeeps and Suburbans
Speedin' down the street, I ain't tryin' to see curtains
[Hook: Nashawn]
Some dude's live through it
Some dude's could die
If you alone in that coffin - goodbye
Death could make a grown motha'fuckin' man cry
Gotta seeyou on the other side (See you on the other side)
Some dude's live through it
Some dude's could die
If you alone in that coffin - goodbye
Death could make a motha'fuckin' grown man cry
Gotta seeyou on the other side (See you on the other side)
[Verse 2: Nashawn]
Listen, death by inches, it's off the hinges
I gotta say - shit push back on benches
My .40 caliber gotta spray
Whose that now?, who got found with a round?
In his forehead, tryin' to be down?
Mess up, and there will be more dead, try me clowns
when I catch 'em, yo I'm in ATL stompin' 'em out
What I'm about, try to see the sea off to see shores
Spots from the Bronx, to B-More
Tree off, to G-Four's, or Bentley's with spinnin' doors
Defend my fans, damn I'm the fuckin' man
I held my grams and I deserved it
Held pistol in my hand and contribute to people mass murder
I try splurge, but that ain't worth it, of workin'
But I continue to put work in
[Hook: Nashawn]
Some dude's live through it
Some dude's could die
If you alone in that coffin - goodbye
I put a gun to your eye, bullet to your head
To see if your motha'fuckin' brains could fly
[Hook: Nashawn]
Some dude's live through it
Some dude's could die
If you alone in that coffin - goodbye
Death could make a grown motha'fuckin' man cry
Gotta seeyou on the other side (See you on the other side)
Some dude's live through it
Some dude's could die
If you alone in that coffin - goodbye
Death could make a motha'fuckin' grown man cry
[Chorus: Nashawn]
Strike (One)
Batter got another swing
Money Machine team we do our thang
Strike (Two)
And I'm a test my luck
The pitcher going hard he want another batter up
Strike (Three)
You know that I'm gon' swing
I tip the ball now I'm gon' again
Strike (Four)
I'm gon' for the homerun
It's going, going, gone!
[Nashawn:]
I take off through the moon roof
You hear a clap that's Nashawn Jones in that red coupe
You hear that, yes, I got them girl's suit
And wear that, right here I do the damn du
My plan plat, I don't care what her man do
She got some wonderful toes in them sandals
And gamble that fat ass I can handle
I don't be there on the corner, I don't scramble
A grown man I roll my weed up and bamble
And beef I take a man apart, I dismantle
Two right behind the ear, I'm from the Galaxy kid
With sought to make my salary big
I don't care how those factual's live
But with the Money Machine make a deposit and the check will be clear
Yeah, I said the cash will be there
But if you don't produce right fun boy your casket will be there
[Chorus]
[Nashawn:]
Problems y'all don't want it, I swing that bat
I'm a dog in a world that'll kill that cat
I just lounge in the mound with my hat on back
And step up to the plate, Bonds up to bat
Nah, Nashawn jiggy spit that crack
I look nice with the siggy man my dunn go black
Yeah, you bets believe my recipe will be
Smoking that weed, the piff is a tree for me
I'm running through speed, yo Flex drop a bomb diggy
She got Money Machine tatted on her titties
Stomp hard in the city, nothing ain't pretty
But the cars and the Mac-10s, rims and the broke friends
I'm going hard; I'm trying to stress those ends
Sit nice in the Benz, I want her and her friends
Head blown in the wind, Money Machine my team
Stack nothing but suitcases of green
[Nas:]
Yea you know how it be
All my thugs gon' thuggin' the streets
But let the Choir Sing
(Choir Humming)
Yea you know how it be
All 'em thugs gon' thuggin' the streets
But let the Choir Sing
(Choir Humming)
Now put your hoods on
Put your gloves on, nigga!
[Nashawn:]
Ayo I gotta break these streets shit down
I'm walkin' through Town
I'm holdin' my very big 3-pound
Costumers is floodin' the kid
And it's the first of the month
So many hands I dropped my shit
Pickin' my rocks up
I told the Fiends back off
And now I ain't servin' none of ya'll
Fresh Black Truck hopped in it
Tinted, Rims glissin' got a Bitch in it
Race to the finish
Nashawn straight Menace
Guineas - in my left hand
While I'm drivin' drunk which on you want
Hand-gun, Machine or the Pump?
I'll murder you, have everybody in your crew
in Black-suit, your gril in Black vial lookin' Gorgeous
I'mma Gangsta!
Shanksta, body you fuckin' her
I ain't lovin' her, I'm guttin' her
And you know how it be
When you comin' from and livin' in the P's
[Nas:]
Yea you know how it be
All my thugs gon' thuggin' the streets
But let the Choir Sing
(Choir Humming)
Yea you know how it be
All 'em thugs gon' thuggin' the streets
But let the Choir Sing
(Choir Humming)
Now put your hoods on
[Intro: Nas]
Every fucking day [x3], everyday niggas
Look around niggas [x3]
What you gon' to do 'bout it nigga? [x3]
What you gotta say 'bout it nigga? [x3]
That's right [x3], that's right [x3]
Run all over y'all niggas [x3]
What y'all gon' do 'bout it? [x3]
[Chorus: Nas]
Uh, Bossed Up when we roll [x3]
Uh, Bossed Up in control [x3]
Uh, Bossed Up when we roll [x3]
Uh yea, Bossed Up in control [x3]
Always, Uh, Bossed Up when we roll [x3]
Yea uh, Bossed Up in control [x3]
Yea uh, Bossed Up when we roll [x3]
Bossed Up in control [x3]
(Braaaaave)
Tossed up and get folded [x3]
[Nashawn:]
Yo, it ain't nutting else to do but party
Life is to short, you'll get bodied
Killers do killings for hobbies
I want a bad singing bitch to ride by me
Like Whitney did Bobby
With the future I'll take Ashanti
I'll settle for actress like Halle
Who workout and keep a tight body
Love how I polly probably
We into money like Bill Cosby
Kill somebody in your crib
Like Jayson Williams shotty did
With no accidents
Tryna to keep my hands on these Presidents
Til I'm a veteran, mind over medicine, Coke game to Heroin
Nigga only die once, you can't be dead again
Another bitch in my bed when you got here
Popped off in Delaware, top price to fight anywhere
New years, it's Nashawn coward
On them corners niggas get devoured
I spit outage, straight foulness, where you're crowded
Clowns get... straight lynched, nooses hanging over the tree
Tell your self you can't fuck with me, BITCH!
[Chorus: Nas]
[Nas:]
Riding in my city on haze
Eyes on a million and one ways
To get paid and my goose is cooked
Rocking gear that some boosters took
Either mass market or target I maneuver the look
From soul food to Nobu, I'm schooling the cooks
Studio, old school, or pro tools, nigga, I'm O'Douls
That means no booze, I only gets greens
I got a inf beam that lay on the fifth lean
That sprays up your clique team
Indigenous but frivolous, different whips riding sideways
Nas pays attention to the littlest shit?
Mentioned by itty-bitty rappers with their chitty-chatter
Encircle their soul, purple, I smoke O's
Perverse verses poke holes, nigga, I birth flows
Tatted, fitted hat, savage, y'all aggie
Line us up, ask me who fathered their style
I say, "I the pappy"
High in the backseat, flat feet
Passerby's think I'm an athlete
Chris Childs or the rapper Lil Scrappy
So I sign their name, just as happy
Diamond chain, wrist is flashy
[Intro: Nashawn]
Money Machine, uh
Check me out now, yea, uh
Check me out now, uh
Money Machine, uh, uh, yea
Check me out now
[Nashawn:]
Yo, uh you see that Benz her friends wanna ride in it
Switch it out to Automatic and she ride on Stick
Baby Girl nice sizin', thighs all thick
I'm half there Mami, soon be rich
And that Money Machine is squirtin' out Benji's
Don't count $1's, $20's, or $50's
Stay wit me until you see my Pock knot empty
Propz on the block, $1,000 Bills Crispy
Bitches always wanna kiss me
Knowin' when she miss me
Not tellin' her man say she wit Britney
Knowin' I'mma have my dick where her Ribs be
Goin' all crazy tryin' to shift Kidney
And I know why she pick me
Hoes from Yit, and [?]Periphery[?]
Down south, West side and Sicily
She got love in her Bones
The way I come down, Nashawn Jones
[Hook x2: Nashawn (Jungle)]
All Summer Long (All Summer)
We Stackin' Cheddar (Get Money)
And it neva felt so hard (QB c'mon)
Money Machine (Machine)
We got that Coco Triple Kilo (Kilos)
When they see us they scream (Scream)
[Jungle:]
Pretty Young thang only little freak, stop frontin'
Take your pants off, let's get it jumpin'
You look good, Could I see how your pussy feel ?
For real, you got a whole lot of Sex Appeal
I'm from the Projects -> QB where the P's at
Sellin' Crack, bustin' gats and that's all that
Your ass Phat tell your Baby Pops fall back
Or relax I will hit 'em up wit the Mac
But you I'm Puttin' different Position
Baby Girl listen, I'll be your addiction
Your legs hard no stretch mark on your Stomach
I hit it right, every night just like you want it
I got your G spot cutie pie I won't stop
You come lie on top sex wasn't hot
You got an Onion wit a Small Waist
Smell so good I wanna see how you taste
[Hook x2: Nashawn (Jungle)]
All Summer Long (All Summer)
We Stackin' Cheddar (Get Money)
And it neva felt so hard (QB c'mon)
Money Machine (Machine)
We got that Coco Triple Kilo (Kilos)
When they see us they scream (Scream)
[Wiz:]
You see my mental lop, got a thing for cop
She throwin' her ass at me, I'm hopin' to see it drop
I'm hopin' to see the pussy, I'm hopin' to see it pop
She tippy, tippy GOD DAMN! now let me see it live
She drop top, now she doin' slower motion
DAMN! that's overdosin' right there
Hold it open, I'm scopin' though she holdin'
Get all greeny she she see's me
That money get me, get me
Do somethin' strange for change
Somethin' needy just for penny
I'mma GANGSTA! P I M P
Braveheart, if you fuck wit me
Niggaz they talk but don't want nuttin' wit me
You see I got these Bitches Hypnotized
I'm runnin' 'em and workin' thorough bred are thighs
YOu see the looks in they eyes, they neva slippin'
They either give me my money, Or else, I'm popin' the clippin'
Don't play me too close or plug wit toast
Money Machine - we give ya a dose
[Nashawn:]
Yo, I got request for the yayo, shooters on the payroll
Pocket's full of Pecos, Nash he's the best like
Watch dog, stay froze, clap friends and foes
Your eyes, she close, they close, my dawgs stay close
I'm gunning for a white rose, driving in a white Rove
I'm liver then and hotter then, live on the white gold
See I should go for President; them hoes will hit the pole
You see me in that strip club; them hoes fall of the pole
My whole team glittery, stunning in rose gold
Them niggas looking shity and know we won't fold
Nash, Nashawn was my mothafucking name, base
Stay calm, here's two to your fucking face
Money Machine, them hoes call me love place
See I'm a hood nigga on mad drug space
You wish you was like me without a damn case
I leave dawgs unsolved without a damn trace
You see that .44 long it's just a man fate
It ain't no reason to show up to that man's wake
Cash by the abundance, murder by the hundreds
'99 niggas dunn got it, now who want it huh?
This my year it feels like '95
That's when I realized the world was mine
I'm doing fine, just a lil' more wine and dine
And crack crab and fuck your hoes at the same time
A lil' more lab, chopping more slabs
Now I'm jumping in the Lincoln, no more calling cabs
Nashbroham Lincoln, I got a quarter of stash
That's a quarter of a million, y'all niggas can't add
Yeah, it's the future, I'm the nicest
Nashbroham Lincoln, Jungle George Washington
Nasir Jones, Money Machine Records, the movement
