American Dream-Big L

[00:01.777][Intro: McGruff] [00:02.308]Mm, check it, yo [00:03.413] [00:06.858][Verse 1: McGruff] [00:34.545]Crooked, corrupt, criminal crime boss with cream [00:35.076]******* hustler, blowin' out the brains of busters [00:36.139]Be in my mansion, chillin', inhalin' the ganja smoke [00:38.265]Counting mad cream, weighin' tons of coke [00:41.186]Guarded by thugs and Rottweilers [00:43.045]I flood the streets with drugs and clock dollars [00:45.171]Niggas get plugged when my Glock hollers [00:47.536]Skunk smoker, Philly and Owl ripper [00:49.674]Cristal sipper, I've been a willy for a while, nigga [00:53.127]'Gruff got hoes, the man with all the nachos [00:56.050]Expensive hot clothes, drop top Rolls [00:58.705]East coast, West coast, fiends overdose [01:01.363]'Gruff get the cream with my team and I'm ghost [01:02.956] [01:03.221][Verse 2: Ma$e] [01:04.566]This money be temptin' me, to jump out the MPV [01:06.955]Empty three clips of hollow tips with no sympathy [01:09.878]Since fourteen, I sold shit for more green [01:12.534]Kept shit in a Nautica coat under the drawstring [01:15.987]And watched out for cops, squad cars, and Beemers [01:18.644]And laundry ninas, flee the country to Argentina [01:21.565]Laid back in the beach, yeah, coastin' with commuters [01:24.487]Smokin' the buddahs on the cruise line boat to Aruba [01:27.410]For a while, yo; pump the vowel so I can pile dough [01:30.498]Then become a Harlem kingpin just like Alpo [01:33.134]Get paid so I can lay low in San Diego [01:36.056]With yayo and ship it out whenever I say so [01:36.587] [01:37.914][Chorus] [01:39.242]Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream [01:41.900]East Coast to West Coast, you know what I mean [01:44.555]Whether it's Uptown, Downtown; you pick the scene [01:47.211]You gots to get your own scheme [01:52.551]We ain't splittin' this cream [01:53.082] [01:53.348][Verse 3: Cam'ron] [01:54.162]Yo! I'ma run hysterically, 'til they bury me [01:54.958]Count numerically, hills of Beverly [01:55.754]More grands than Cherokee; president like Eric B. and Rakim [01:57.355]Drug game, I'm top ten; locked in, right now is not a option [02:00.005]And those who creep got the Mac and the heat [02:03.474]They got the five-inch screens in the back of the seat [02:04.817]And now they got this daddy braggin' [02:06.145]Last year had me saggin', wasn't ready [02:08.270]When Heavy was back and, tossed me in the paddywagon [02:09.879]But ain't nobody out here stoppin' love [02:12.546]'Cause we was twelve years old in the Cotton Club, poppin' bub' [02:19.974]So all the fame without the fortune; goddamn, you wrong [02:22.629]Killa kid Cam-e-ron surviving in the Amazon [02:23.443] [02:23.709][Verse 4: BloodShed] [02:25.302]Yo! I leave you dazed and froze with all kinds of amazing flows [02:28.224]Money surrounded, I counted while bathing with Asian hoes [02:30.880]Back home niggas is after me, I'm back to sea, sippin' daquiris [02:34.348]Coke factory, fiends baggin' up crack for me, from [02:37.006]Cutting up rocks to investing in stocks [02:39.395]Nautica yachts, and knots busting outta my socks [02:42.317]Now that Bloods play the chubby [02:44.176]All the ladies love me, they hate who made me hubby [02:46.067]Behind my back they say my baby's ugly [02:48.708]Each night I sleep,with freaks with Lamborghini Jeeps [02:51.114]Neighbours be sneaking peeks [02:53.771]At how my shit leaks between the sheets [02:55.364]Mess up my loot, I cut your collars, Juan [02:56.693]Cause these is modern times [02:58.317]And the only thing I see is dollar signs [02:58.848] [02:59.114][Chorus] [02:59.645]Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream [03:02.583]East Coast to West Coast, you know what I mean [03:05.240]Whether it's Uptown, Downtown; you pick the scene [03:08.177]You gots to get your own scheme [03:10.317]We ain't splittin' this cream [03:10.848][Verse 5: Big L] [03:11.911]Check it! To be seen clean in the mean Beam [03:14.318]Is every team's dream; Big L's a cream fiend [03:17.240]With more green than Springsteen [03:17.506]You know I'm crazy quick to smack a groupie [03:19.645]I'm known to mack a hoochie [03:21.239]Do I got stacks of lucci? (Absolutely!) [03:23.379]Harlem kids is known for felonies and sellin' keys [03:25.771]Pushin 300Z's, GS3's, and puffin' trees [03:28.959]These G's breeze while DTs be yellin, "Freeze!" [03:31.880]We stash cheese and keep a pocket full of centuries [03:34.818]Ayo, I'm set for the rest of my life [03:36.942]Some clown that laid the threat cause I had sex with his wife [03:39.911]I stuck my tool to his brain, said "Act a fool and get slain” [03:42.568]Nigga, yo' b***h chose me, you know the rules to the game [03:45.224] [03:45.489][Chorus] [03:46.286]Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream [03:48.942]East Coast to West Coast, you know what I mean [03:51.614]Whether it's Uptown, Downtown; you pick the scene [03:54.272]You gots to get your own scheme [03:56.411]We ain't splittin' this cream [03:56.942] [03:57.208][Outro]