[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 ^!$$%z, 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 %#@!, use to the limit, gotta murk %#@!
Show his $$# 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'$#&@in' 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'$#&@in' 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 - %#@! 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 $#&@in' 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'$#&@in' 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'$#&@in' 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'$#&@in' grown man cry

Gotta seeyou on the other side (See you on the other side)