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nashawn - generation lyrics

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[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 n-gg-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 sh-t, use to the limit, gotta murk sh-t
show his -ss 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’f-ckin’ 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’f-ckin’ 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 – sh-t 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 sh-r-s
spots from the bronx, to b-more
tree off, to g-four’s, or bentley’s with spinnin’ doors
defend my fans, d-mn i’m the f-ckin’ man
i held my grams and i deserved it
held pistol in my hand and contribute to people m-ss 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’f-ckin’ 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’f-ckin’ 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’f-ckin’ grown man cry
gotta seeyou on the other side (see you on the other side)



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