American Dream

Lyrics

[Intro: Herb McGruff] Yo, check it [Verse 1: Herb McGruff] Yo, crooked corrupt criminal crime boss with cream Cocaine hustler, blowin' out the brains of busters Be in my mansion, chillin', inhalin' ganja smoke Countin' 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 hollers Skunk smoker, Philly and Owl ripper, Cristal sipper I've been a Willie for a while, 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 wit' my team, then I'm ghost [Verse 2: Murda Mase] This money be temptin' me to jump out the MPV Empty three clips of hollow-tips with no sympathy Since fourteen, I sold Morphine for more green Kept dope in the Nautica coat under the drawstring And watched out for cops, squad cars, and Bimmers And larger ninas, flee the country to Argentina Lay back on the beach, yeah, coastin' with commuters Smokin' the Buddhas on the cruise-line boat to Aruba For a while, yo, pumped the vile so I could pile dough Then become a Harlem kingpin just like Alpo Get paid so I can lay low in San Diego With yayo, and ship it out whenever I say so [Chorus] Yo, makin' that money's the American Dream East Coast to West Coast, you know what I mean Whether it's Uptown or Downtown, you pick the scene You got to get your own scheme, we ain't splittin' this green [Verse 3: Killa Cam] Yo, I'ma run hysterically 'til they bury me Count numerically, Hills of Beverly More Grands than Cherokee President like Eric B. and Rakim Drug game, I'm top 10, locked in, right now is not a option And those who creep got the mag' in the heat To guard the five-inch screens in the back of the seat And now they got this daddy braggin' Last year, had me saggin' Wasn't ready when Teddy was baggin' Tossed me in the paddy wagon But ain't nobody out here stoppin' love 'Cause we was twelve-years-old in the Cotton Club, poppin' bubb' So all the fame without the fortune? Goddamn, you wrong Killer kid Cameron, survivin' in the Amazon [Verse 4: Bloodshed] Yo, I leave you dazed and froze with all kinds of amazin' flows Money surrounded, I count it while bathin' with Asian hoes Back home, niggas is after me I'm past the sea sippin' Daiquiris Coke factories, fiends baggin' up crack for me From cuttin' up rocks to investin' in stocks Nautica yachts and knots bustin' out of my socks Now that Blood's paid and chubby, all the ladies love me They hate who made me hubby Behind my back, they say my baby's ugly Each night, I sleep with freaks with Lamborghini Jeeps Neighbors be sneekin' peeks at how my semen leaks between the sheets Mess up my loot, I'll cut your collar, swine 'Cause these is modern times And the only thing I see is dollar signs [Chorus] Yo, makin' that money's the American Dream East Coast to West Coast, you know what I mean Whether it's Uptown or Downtown, you pick the scene You got to get your own scheme, we ain't splittin' this green [Verse 5: Big L & Herb McGruff] Check it To be seen clean in the mean Bimm' is every teen's dream Big L's a cream fiend with more green than Springsteen You know I'm crazy quick to smack a groupie I'm known to mack a hoochie Do I got stacks of lucci? (Absolutely) Harlem kids is known for felonies and sellin' keys Pushin' 300Zs, GS3s, and puffin' trees These Gs breeze while DTs be yellin, "Freeze!" We stash cheese and keep a pocket full of centuries Ayo, I'm set for the rest of my life Some clown that laid a threat 'cause I had sex with his wife I stuck my tool to his brain, said, "Act a fool and get slain" Nigga, your bitch chose me, you know the rules to the game [Chorus] Yo, makin' that money's the American Dream East Coast to West Coast, you know what I mean Whether it's Uptown or Downtown, you pick the scene You got to get your own scheme, we ain't splittin' this green Yo, makin' that money's the American Dream East Coast to West Coast, you know what I mean Whether it's Uptown or Downtown, you pick the scene You got to get your own scheme, we ain't splittin' this green [Outro] Yeah, what? Harlem on the rise Bloodshed, Killa Cam Six Figgas, C.O.C., Chuck Blassie My main man Mase, the Bad Boy Uptown, McGruff Big L, 139, NFL, 140