Running through my head secretly Shout at the boys in the factory I'll ring you on the telephone silently Like blood, like the wine in the darkroom
making machine dollars no pennies Nigga please, it's me and my niggas my fucking g's R.I.P. to Robert Davis on a fresh set of 3's S.U.C. to the finish
your control And we turn your whole neighborhood into the North Pole Like brrr, machine gun brrr I am a beast grrr, money machine brrr F-U-C-K, C-O-P's
Form the alliance South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga New York Giants, c'mon Leave 'em brainless Hit 'em with the stainless It's the world's, world's, world's famous! C
turquoise blue [Verse 4 - Chamillionaire - imitating E.S.G.] All the way to Louisiana I know you gutter niggaz feel me I keep a loaded heater that's
your whole neighborhood into the north pole [Lil Wayne:] Like brrrrrrrrr Machine gun brrrrrrrrrr I am a beast grrrrrrr Money machine brrrrrrrr F- U- C- K -C-O-P's
turquoise blue [Verse 4: Chamillionaire - imitating E.S.G.] All the way to Louisiana I know you gutter niggaz feel me I keep a loaded heater that's
were here [Jim Roberti / Gary Wehrkamp:] It's alright we told you what to dream [ALL:] So welcome........ [Jim Roberti / Mike Baker:] To the machine [n) Summer of '68] [Instrumental] [o
whole neighborhood into the north pole [Lil Wayne:] Like brrrrrrrrr Machine gun brrrrrrrrrr I am a beast grrrrrrr Money machine brrrrrrrr F- U- C- K -C-O-P's
man, it's a lot of niggaz out there Niggaz pullin gats and all that shit I know we Magnum Force, and all of that We run with O.G.C.'s n shit We'll FUCK
