American Dream

(check it, Yo!)

Crooked corrupted criminal crime boss with cream

cocaine hustler, blowing out the brains of busters

being my mansion, chilling inhalin the ganja smoke

counting mad cream, weighin tons of coke

guarded by thugs and rottweilers

I flood the streets with drugs and clock dollars

niggas get plugged when my glock collers

skunk smokers, philly and aisle ripper

cristal sipper, I've been a willy for awhile nigga

'Gruff got hoes, the man with all the nachos

expensive hot clothes, drop top Rolls

east coast west coast fiends overdose

'Gruff get the cream with my team and I'm ghost

This money be temptin me, to jump out the MPV, empty 3

clips of hollow tips with no sympathy

since 14 I sold morphine for more green

kept open a nautica coat under the draw sting

and watched out for cops, squad cars, and beamerz

and laundry ninas

flea the country to Argentina

laid back in the beach (yeah)

coastin with commuters

smokin the buddahs, on the cruiseline boat to Aruba

for awhile yo, pump the vowel so, I can pile dough

then become a Harlem Kingpin just like Al Po'

get paid so, I can lay low, in San Diego

with yay-o so I can ship it out whenever I say so

Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream

East Coast to West Coast you know what I mean

Whether its Uptown, Downtown you pick the scene

you gots to get your own scheme

We ain't splitin this cream

Yo! Imma run hestrically, till they bury me, count numerically

hills of Beverly, more grands than cherokee

president like Eric B., and Rakim

Drug game I'm top ten, locked in , right now its not an option

and those who creep, got the Mac in the heat

they got the 5 inch screens in the back of the seat

and now they got to steady braggin

last year, had me saggin', wasn't ready when heavy

was back tossed me in the paddywagon

but ain't nobody out here stoppin love

cause we was 12 years old in the Cotton Club, poppin Bub

so Hall of Fame without the fortune, Goddamn you wrong

Killa kid Kama'Ron surviving in the Amazon

Yo! I leave you dazed and froze

with all kinds of amazing flows

money surrounded I counted with bathing with Asian Hoes

back home niggas is after me

I'm back to sea sippin daquiri's

coke factory, fiends baggin up crack for me

from cutting up rocks to investing in stocks

nautica yachts, and knots busting outa my socks

now thats bloods play the chub

all the ladies love me, they hate who made me hubby

behind my back they say my babys ugly

each night I sleep, with freaks with Lamborghini, jeeps

neighbors be sneaking peeks, how my semen leaks, between the sheets

mess up my loot, I cut your collars, Juan

cause these is modern times, and the only thing I see is dollar signs

Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream

East Coast to West Coast you know what I mean

Whether its Uptown, Downtown you pick the scene

you gots to get your own scheme

We ain't splitin this cream

Check It!

To be sittin clean, in the mean beams is every teams dream

Big L's a Cream Fiend, with more green than Springsteen

yo know I'm crazy quick to smack a groupie

I'm known to mack a hoochie, do I got stacks of lucci?

Harlem Kids is known for felonies, and sellin keys, pushin 300z's

Gee-Es- 3's, and puffin trees, these Gees breeze while Dee-Tees

be yellin freeze, we stash cheese while keepin pockets full of centuries

Aye-Yo I'm set for the rest of my life

Some clown that laid the threat cause I had sex with his wife

I stuck my tool to his brain, so that fool can get slain

nigga, yo' bitch choose me, you know the rules to the game

Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream

East Coast to West Coast you know what I mean

Whether its Uptown, Downtown you pick the scene

you gots to get your own scheme

We ain't splitin this cream

Yea What?

Harlem on the Rise

Blood shed

Killa Kam

Six Figures

Cee-O-Cee

Chuck Blassie

My Man man Mase, the Bad Boy

uptown

McGruff

Big L

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