Generation

[Intro: Nashawn] Nashawn, Money Machine Here that phone ring?, ha-ha Ill Will y'all [Verse One: Nashawn] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Ayo that's the hood dawg Hungry little niggas, 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 Two: 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 Gotta seeyou on the other side (See you on the other side)