Is it a dream

(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