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