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(Get the flavor, get the loot and let's beat, jet it) [Intro:] What you do when you gotta make paper? Kill to make a mill then people hate 'cha Run that game kid before you go like vapor Get that loot, save that legal shit for later [Verse 1:] If money is the issue I'm rippin you like tissue paper inspires the caper Drape ya like curtains, hurtin in the individual cos life in America's about residual interest like my rhyme, Rolex says the time Stack enough loot can legalise my crime Like Don Corleone I'm on my way to Rome Not to rock the microphone, to make a pick-up Like April 15th I'm tellin y'all to stick up Big up to my people, the hustlers in the field It's about work, network cos it's time the nation build on the lot, the government distributes drop The mayor is on the corner so y'know we never stops like pretty women rollin on my tip Letras de cancionesI'm more than a player, I take the coin and flip My own destiny reads G and my grip slip To the car dealership where friends do stacks full of Benz, co-sign for the Benz Deep-dish rims is how I be spinnin Is it a dream or a dream that we be livin? [Chorus:] Is it a dream or a dream that we be livin? What you do, what you make, what you drive, how you livin???? Is it a dream or a dream that we be livin? What you smoking, what you drink, why you sniffin??? Is it a dream or a dream that we be livin? What you wear, who you wit, who honey you be hittin??? Is it a dream or a dream that we be livin? Where you at, where you from, where's your gun, why you trippin???? [Interlude:] (Get the flavor, get the loot.... Get the flavor, get the loot and let's beat, jet it) [repeat] [Verse 2:] There's always talk about struggle whether you speak it or hustle The bottom line is get in your piece of life's puzzle Whether you livin raw right in spite The first law of nature says you gotta survive another night Cos I a rules your ways and your actions Non self-satisfaction, look at Michael Jackson Caught up in materialistic, you can't shatter cos your spirits trapped in a body which is matter or should your pockets be fatter Cos cash rules or are you just a devil's fool Used like a tool, taxes paid? I heard a white boy call another white boy "Yeah nigga, yesterday!" Cos they slaves to the same beast who wants Landcruisers, jeeps, guns, wars, MORE and MORE I think it's a dream we're living thru deception cos '95 is in a reality, it's perception [Chorus] [Verse 3:] The loot gets got, pick locks or whatever I'm too clever to start, heads get severed from the neck, hold ya cheque, repect nuttin but the green Credit ain't shit without CREAM, I mean I dream American dreams caught up in illusion I gotta get mines, what's the reason for confusion? Drug-abusin customers praise more ways than bein a demon for the devil, I run hell with my team and.... What you do when you gotta make paper? Kill to make a mill then people hate 'cha Run that game kid before you go like vapor Get that loot, save that legal shit for later What you percieve you believe and that's deceivin That's why they tell you half fake break and keep believin Believ in self, self-God and you can't be stopped Got faith in rap and my religion is hip-ho From Letras Mania