American Dream

[Verse 1]

Uhhn!

Like muthafuck all y'all

Mr. Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all y'all

Step into my ring bitches, ding ding bitches

Click clack pow pow ping ping bitches

I'm the green machine I mean king vision

I can see through yo' scene like clear screen, hear me?

To a lion you are just deer meat

Fear God fear me ser-ious us

P.E. YM them try them and die when I say so

Weezy F. hardful red go like Craig go

It's all gravy tryna build like Legos

Betta "Let Go My Ego!" with some breakfast on the table

Yeah!

And I don't know how fake feel nigga cuz all my life I been a real nigga

Fuck ya girlfriend, fuck ya hommie too

I drop bombs I'm in the booth in a army suit

And I'm armed to shoot and I'm a marksmen too

And you're the target

Oops!

And everything gets better in time and time is forever

And muthafucka it's my time and I'm better

[Mike Tyson talking]

[Verse 2]

Hoe I go so hard

I'm so gone my I.D. is a postcard

I travel like B-ball with no calls

I play my roll and listen out for the roll ball

This is a movie and every movie must go off

But this gangsta doesn't die like O-Dogg

Say what up Blood!

What da lick read!?

Five star general and the six speed

Still hood like thick cheese bitch please

Him squeeze quicker than the wind breeze

Bullets that a trim trees

Simply shoot yours empty if be turn dat thick cheese to swiss cheese

Folla me!

A part of me!!

Fuck around and see a whole notha side of me

I separate yo' body with them hollow tips biologiest

Photographies, picture me in yo' bedroom with a mask on

Pistol to yo' head while you puttin' yo' pants on (Hurry up nigga)

Every man on offense singletary defense

Super-duper-extra-much-really-very-street shit

That is how I keeps it rest in piece Pimp-C

I do it how I do it cuz I know my nigga see me

And I'ma hold it down bitch hope that crown fit

The boy got a flow that you can drown in

When you in the water watch them sharks, when you in the water watch dat salt

Young Carter no floss that was so raw or!

[Mike Tyson talking]

[Verse 3]

Hahaha!

Fuckin' right I'm a monster

Sharper than a blade like Sticky Fingers I'll sign ya

Mortal Kombat Street Fightin' like E. Honda

Murk ya and da dummie dat signed ya what's reallly

Fireman spit gasoline on ya contract

Fuck a pen I need a match fuck a bitch I need a patch of bitches

Y'all niggas act like a bunch of bitches

Blood bitches leave you in a tub of blood

Bitches young niggas, Young Money, young niggas, fuck pistols

We at yo' window with scud missles Young Carter

Big nuts and they hung further than ya father's

Uhahaha!