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