N.A.S.A. Music (feat. Method Man, E-40 & DJ Swamp)

Uhh! 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. music 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. music N.A.S.A. music N.A.S.A. music N.A.S.A. music N.A.S.A. music 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. music 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. music N.A.S.A. Music N.A.S.A. Music N.A.S.A. Music N.A.S.A. Music 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. music 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. music N.A.S.A. Music N.A.S.A. Music N.A.S.A. Music N.A.S.A. Music Y'all thought it was safe muhfuckers Aww shit we bridging the gap West coast, West coast, let's go