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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 
I'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-hop

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