Big L — American Dream

[Intro: McGruff] Mm, check it, yo [Verse 1: McGruff] Crooked, corrupt, criminal crime boss with cream Cocaine hustler, blowin' out the brains of busters Be in my mansion, chillin', 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 hollers Skunk smoker, Philly and Owl ripper Cristal sipper, I've been a willy 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 with my team and I'm ghost [Verse 2: Ma$e] 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 a Nautica coat under the drawstring And watched out for cops, squad cars, and Beemers And laundry ninas, flee the country to Argentina Laid back in the beach, yeah, coastin' with commuters Smokin' the buddahs on the cruise line boat to Aruba For a while, yo; pump the vowel so I can 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' this money is the American Dream East Coast to West Coast, you know what I mean Whether it's Uptown, Downtown; you pick the scene You gots to get your own scheme We ain't splittin' this cream [Verse 3: Cam'ron] 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 ten; locked in, right now is not a option And those who creep got the Mac and the heat They got 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 Heavy was back and, tossed me in the paddywagon But ain't nobody out here stoppin' love 'Cause we was twelve years old in the Cotton Club, poppin' bub' So all the fame without the fortune; goddamn, you wrong Killa kid Cam-e-ron surviving in the Amazon [Verse 4: BloodShed] Yo! I leave you dazed and froze with all kinds of amazing flows Money surrounded, I counted while bathing with Asian hoes Back home niggas is after me, I'm back to sea, sippin' daquiris Coke factory, fiends baggin' up crack for me, from Cutting up rocks to investing in stocks Nautica yachts, and knots busting outta my socks Now that Bloods play the 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 Neighbours be sneaking peeks At 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 [Chorus] Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream East Coast to West Coast, you know what I mean Whether it's Uptown, Downtown; you pick the scene You gots to get your own scheme We ain't splittin' this cream [Verse 5: Big L] Check it! To be seen clean in the mean Beam Is every team'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 300Z's, GS3's, and puffin' trees These G's 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 the threat cause I had sex with his wife I stuck my tool to his brain, said "Act a fool and get slain” Nigga, yo' bitch chose me, you know the rules to the game [Chorus] Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream East Coast to West Coast, you know what I mean Whether it's Uptown, Downtown; you pick the scene You gots to get your own scheme We ain't splittin' this cream [Outro] Yea What? Harlem on the Rise BloodShed, Killa Kam Six Figures, Cee-O-Cee, Chuck Blassie My Man man Ma$e, the Bad Boy Uptown, McGruff Big L, 139, NFL, 140