american dream

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

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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