I Want In

[Intro: Jungle] Ayo Yo, this the door right here, right? Yo, fuck that shit Ayo open this motherfuckin' door We comin' in this shit, we comin' to get some money, man You know I mean Nah, this ain't Jay-Z, this ain't 50 Cent, this ain't motherfuckin' dirty ass Jim Jones a nobody This Jungle, this Money Machine Records, we comin' to get this motherfuckin' paper, ya heard [Verse 1: Jungle] I'm at the A&R with my demo Oh y'all ain't tryna hear me They got the same A&R that signed Bobby and Whitney Ya'll can't be serious Change up, this shit is depressing I think you get a better response by bringin' your wеapon Maybe a shotgun, or a Smith to the Wesson Point it at Angiе head and make her spin my records And I'm always in the studio, I'm high These bitches got me up before the sun come up, I'm tried, this ghetto star I might as well get in the car, sit in the car and contemplate About the next [?] [?], I upgrade I stay militant and sippin' on the Hen It's monopoly, it's property and I want in And I ain't goin' to jail so I'm gon' win My lil cousin [?] in the feds and he got ten I stay with different chicks up in my ride I'm smokin' all this motherfuckin' weed, my brain's fried, uh-heh [Chorus: Nas] Militant at all seasons, my wrist's freezin', like a sniff of cocaine (Cocaine) Niggas go to prison, crackers [?] the feds and cuzz it's a real road train (A railroad y'all) Now the ghetto children can make 300 million fuckin' with this Hip Hop game I want innnnn I want innnnn I want innnnn I want innnnn, nigga [Verse 2: Jungle] A let me in now Let me in now Bill Gates Oprah Winfrey let me in now I'm drinkin' Hen now, make it rain ten thou, all Benjamins while beautiful girl bend down And let me in now Let me in now, I got that 600 Z-12 Benz now Haters wanna be my best friends now I got, stacks to lend out, make our struggle end now A let me in now Let me in now George Bush, Bin Laden let me in now Ya'll niggas know where I've been (Motherfucker) I'm in the motherfuckin' game and you know I'm gon' win I got my own label called Money Machine You'd think I got this cash from prostitutes and fiends This shit got me slappin' up my homies in Queens We gotta make it to the top of the world by any means [Chorus: Nas] Militant at all seasons, my wrist's freezin', like a sniff of cocaine (Cocaine) Niggas go to prison, crackers [?] the feds and cuzz it's a real road train (A railroad y'all) Now the ghetto children can make 300 million fuckin' with this Hip Hop game I want innnnn I want innnnn I want innnnn I want innnnn, nigga [Outro: Jungle] Yeah Ya'll niggas could be the muhfuckin' nicest nigga on the mic in the world That ain't gon' get yo ass sign Nigga this is new times You can rhyme your ass, all the way to the muhfuckin' grave it ain't gon' work, nigga, you gotta come in with the CEO, y'all gotta be ready Money Machine, everything is ready, we got singers, dancers, [?], everything