[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