[McGruff] 
(check it, Yo!) 
Crooked corrupted criminal crime boss with cream 
cocaine hustler, blowing out the brains of busters 
being my mansion, chilling inhalin the ganja smoke 
counting mad cream, weighin tons of coke 
guarded by thugs and rottweilers 
I flood the streets with drugs and clock dollars 
niggas get plugged when my glock collers 
skunk smokers, philly and aisle ripper 
cristal sipper, I've been a willy for awhile nigga 
'Gruff got hoes, the man with all the nachos 
expensive hot clothes, drop top Rolls 
east coast west coast fiends overdose 
'Gruff get the cream with my team and I'm ghost 
[Murda Mase] 
This money be temptin me, to jump out the MPV, empty 3 
clips of hollow tips with no sympathy 
since 14 I sold morphine for more green 
kept open a nautica coat under the draw sting 
and watched out for cops, squad cars, and beamerz 
and laundry ninas 
flea the country to Argentina 
laid back in the beach (yeah) 
coastin with commuters 
smokin the buddahs, on the cruiseline boat to Aruba 
for awhile yo, pump the vowel so, I can pile dough 
then become a Harlem Kingpin just like Al Po' 
get paid so, I can lay low, in San Diego 
with yay-o so I can ship it out whenever I say so 
[Chorus] 
Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream 
East Coast to West Coast you know what I mean 
Whether its Uptown, Downtown you pick the scene 
you gots to get your own scheme 
We ain't splitin this cream 
[Killa Kam] 
Yo! Imma run hestrically, till they bury me, count numerically 
hills of Beverly, more grands than cherokee 
president like Eric B., and Rakim 
Drug game I'm top ten, locked in , right now its not an option 
and those who creep, got the Mac in the heat 
they got the 5 inch screens in the back of the seat 
and now they got to steady braggin 
last year, had me saggin', wasn't ready when heavy 
was back tossed me in the paddywagon 
but ain't nobody out here stoppin love 
cause we was 12 years old in the Cotton Club, poppin Bub 
so Hall of Fame without the fortune, Goddamn you wrong 
Killa kid Kama'Ron surviving in the Amazon 
[BloodShed] 
Yo! I leave you dazed and froze 
with all kinds of amazing flows 
money surrounded I counted with bathing with Asian Hoes 
back home niggas is after me 
I'm back to sea sippin daquiri's 
coke factory, fiends baggin up crack for me 
from cutting up rocks to investing in stocks 
nautica yachts, and knots busting outa my socks 
now thats bloods play the chub 
all the ladies love me, they hate who made me hubby 
behind my back they say my babys ugly 
each night I sleep, with freaks with Lamborghini, jeeps 
neighbors be sneaking peeks, how my semen leaks, between the sheets 
mess up my loot, I cut your collars, Juan 
cause these is modern times, and the only thing I see is dollar signs 
[Chorus] 
Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream 
East Coast to West Coast you know what I mean 
Whether its Uptown, Downtown you pick the scene 
you gots to get your own scheme 
We ain't splitin this cream 
[Big L] 
Check It! 
To be sittin clean, in the mean beams is every teams dream 
Big L's a Cream Fiend, with more green than Springsteen 
yo 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 
Gee-Es- 3's, and puffin trees, these Gees breeze while Dee-Tees 
be yellin freeze, we stash cheese while keepin pockets full of centuries 
Aye-Yo 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, so that fool can get slain 
nigga, yo' bitch choose me, you know the rules to the game 
[Chorus] 
Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream 
East Coast to West Coast you know what I mean 
Whether its Uptown, Downtown you pick the scene 
you gots to get your own scheme 
We ain't splitin this cream 
Yea What? 
Harlem on the Rise 
Blood shed 
Killa Kam 
Six Figures 
Cee-O-Cee 
Chuck Blassie 
My Man man Mase, the Bad Boy 
uptown 
McGruff 
Big L 
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