N.A.S.A. Music - N.A.S.A., Sam i, Method Man

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Hey Meth Merchant!

Method Man Meth, what’s up boy?

What’s upper?

Trying to get my ones up

Crack Alley Studios mang

It’s Freezy mang, Paul Revere mang, we doin this shit

You know it’s good, 40 Water, you’se a pimp nigga, look out

They call me Paul Revere, 40 Water cause I like to ball

Things be going in one ear and out the other one y’all

Never had a chance to be an infant I had to walk before I crawled

Had to dang near raise my siblings mama worked 3 jobs

Seen a lot of pan handlin' and gritt’in

Chicken flippin and dealin, dudes coming up missing

Empty banana clipping, it’s been happening quite often

They pull up on the side and turn your car into a coffin

And ain’t nobody talking because that’s the rules of the soil, we beef over rap

The government beef over oil, we beef in the track

They beat on sacred, royal, ancient holding grounds

Thinking that it’s righteous, way out of bounds

From New York to the Bay yo

Sao Paulo to L.A. yo

Nobody move until we say so

They wanna know who got that N.A.S.A.

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From New York to the Bay yo

Sao Paulo to L.A. yo

Nobody move until we say so

They wanna know who got that N.A.S.A.

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Another day, another dollar

Meth squeeze a dollar til it holler

Miss holler you either spit or swallow

Meet me at the same place, same time tomorrow

Take the R out of brotha, but I ain’t trying to botha

MP5's, bush masters, Chinese AKs, alley ways

Shallow, grim, dark murky days

Slappin dominos on the porch with it

Real mannish with it, I rip it

Spit for the less fortunate

Me and Meth Merchant

I call him Meth Merchant because he’s dope

We in this booch perkin and we stoked

They say there ain’t no future in our hope

No life in our breath, scared to die, but quick to take a death

Little Johnny on the block, about to blood like clot

With his body in the drop, damn a little mommy hot

Off top, I want everything that little mommy got

And if I look sober that means I’m probably not

From New York to the Bay yo

Sao Paulo to L.A. yo

Nobody move until we say so

They wanna know who got that N.A.S.A.

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From New York to the Bay yo

Sao Paulo to L.A. yo

Nobody move until we say so

They wanna know who got that N.A.S.A.

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I’m with the kid from The Yay, 40 Water man I’m missing them days

When we took swallows of the good life and pissed it away

Real drama daddy listen to Sway

He got the kid from the Big Apple with the biggest fish in the bay

We off the books money, now look money see I ain’t laughing when it look funny

Or at them funny niggas that took from me

That’s why the crook of the crooks honey, I’m hungry

Trying to find this snow bunny to cook for me

This nigga got his own repertoire, a beast and I rep, blase blah

The greatest Allahu Akbar!

What’s famous when you’re dangerous and what’s a star

When the cops hate us cause of who the fuck we are?

If I was Paris Hilton you wouldn’t stop my car

You’d be in the passenger seat trying to pop a bra ngga

I play for keeps while y’all just play

With Crack Alley Music got em hooked N.A.S.A

From New York to the Bay yo

Sao Paulo to L.A. yo

Nobody move until we say so

They wanna know who got that N.A.S.A.

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From New York to the Bay yo

Sao Paulo to L.A. yo

Nobody move until we say so

They wanna know who got that N.A.S.A.

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Y’all thought it was safe muhfuckers

Aww shit we bridging the gap

West coast, West coast, let’s go