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[Big L] Ugh,Ugh,Ugh Yeah The NFL Crew and the Children of the Corn, Comin' straight from money makin' Manhattan a.k.a. Harlem, the Home of the Hustlas You know how we do, Yeah [McGruff] Crooked corrupt criminal crime boss with cream cocaine hustla, blowin' out the brains of bustas 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 dollaz Niggaz get plugged when my glock hollas Skunk smoka, Philly and Owl rippa Cristal sippa, I been a willy fo a while nigga Gruff got hoes, da man wit 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 [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 Letras de cancionesKept dope in the Nautica coat, under the drawstring And watched out for cops, squad cars and Beamers And larger ninas, flee the country to Argentina Lay back on the beach, yeah, coastin' with commuters Smokin' the buddhaz on the cruise line boat to Aruba For a while yo, pumped the vile so, I compiled dough Then become a Harlem kingpin just like Al Po 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 [Cam'ron] And in Florida, its Cam's Orlando Lyric soprano, Me and my Cuban connection Fernando Sellin' bags of camo, streets be ran with ammo See me late night, take flight Dropping though these eight flights Hold my blade tight, forced to do wrong to make right Now they got this daddy braggin' But last year had me saggin' Wasn't ready when Teddy was baggin' Tossed me in the paddy wagon And life's an obstacle, often I just stop and pull Brothas like to act, that's why I make sure that the glock is full Reporters shootin' photos of Killa shootin' the glock, I'm loco Drinkin' vodka dolo, sellin' yayo in Acapulco So all the fame without the fortune, goddamn you wrong Killa Cam Cameron, survivin' in the Amazon [Bloodshed] Yo, I leave you dazed and froze With all kinds of amazing flows Money surrounded, I count it, while bathin' with Asian hoes Back home niggaz 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 Nautical yachts and knots bustin' out of my socks Now that Blood's paid in chubby All the ladies love me They aim to make me hubby Behind my back they say "My baby's ugly" Each night I sleep with freaks with Lamborghini Jeeps Neighbors be sneekin' peeks Of how my semen leaks between the sheets Mess up my loot, I'll cut ya collar swan Cause these is modern times And 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 [Big L] Check It To be seen clean in the mean Beam' is every teens dream Big L, Supreme Fiend with more green than Springstein 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 DT's be yellin' freeze We stash g's 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 (Thanks to BuddhaHeadTilImDead for these lyrics) From Letras Mania