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Intro: (E-40 and Method Man) 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 thi shit, You know it's good, 40 Water, you'se a pimp nigga, look out! Verse: (E-40) 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 clippin 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 hold grounds... Thnking that it's righteous, way out of bounds! Chorus:(Method Man) From New York to the Bay yo Sao Paulo to la 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 la yo, nobody move until we say so They wanna know who got that N. A. S. A. Music Verse: (Method Man) 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 are out of brotha, but I ain't trying to botha Verse: (E-40) Mp5's, bush masters, Chinese aks, Alley ways, Shallow, grim, dark murky days. Slappin dominos on the porch wid it Real mannish wid 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 Verse (Method Man) Little Johnny on the block, about to glot 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 Chorus: (Method Man and E-40) From New York to the Bay yo Sao Paulo to la 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 la yo, nobody move until we say so They wanna know who got that N. A. S. A. Music Verse: (Method Man and E-40) 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 Slay 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 Nigga I play for keeps while y'all just play With Crack Alley Music got em hooked N. A. S. A. Chorus: (Method Man and E-40) From New York to the Bay yo Sao Paulo to la 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 la yo, nobody move until we say so They wanna know who got that N. A. S. A. Music Outro: (Method Man and E-40) Y'all thought it was safe muhfuckers! (N. A. S. A. Music) Aww shit we bridging the gap! (N. A. S. A. Music) Weast coast, West coast, let's go! (N. A. S. A. Music uhhh)
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