a panther and you just can't win Suffered fame bats suppressed the rest The rich get richer and the poor can't last The American Dream was an American
buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck] In a mask at my home with no men in a mansion to get a little piece of this American dream I spit venom thru
: I'm Miss American Dream since I was 17 Don't matter if I step on the scene Or sneak away to the Philippines They're still gonna put pictures of my
cut all American male Remember dancing at the high school hop With everybody drinking soda pop I didn?t recognize the girl next door With beat up sneakers
: (feat. Cee-Lo, Nas) [Diddy] The world at my sneakers, Gold pieces moulded with Jesus features, Give streets the fever from the way I spit the Ether
think about my little nephew My young nigga, Joe Roc, and all the little niggaz Walkin' the bloody trail, followin' the footsteps of this hell We call America
For we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees S dots with polo fleeces Purple label shit with the logo secret Gimme couple years, shit I might just sneak
and I balled too hard 'Oh my god, is that a black card?' I turned around and replied, why yes but I prefer the term African American Express Brains, power
entries of speech My rhymes million man march over beats Architecht remarkable, we drop the hotness Dirty hundred-thousand dollar locksmith Open your conscience I sneak
hundred on 'em for a million a day Frank Lucas ain't the only one to make a million a day But it's a American gangsta right here in your face And you
K with ya - now make your choice Better know when I'm in beef that I be creepin', nigga Better know that I'm a snake, and I'ma sneak ya, nigga Each time
Spoken:] A long time down away on Eastside, Southside, Los Angeles, Detroit, America, U.S.A. Sittin' right about here watchin' high heels And sneakers
catch me if I fall That's why you stick to your game plans and party lives But at night we're perspiring by candlelight We are the orphans of the american
Eddie Murphy when he played coming to america, Real talk when I got to the projects, I felt like I was rich cause my dad bought me sneakers, Where I'm
crew cut all-American male Remember dancing at the high school hop With everybody drinking soda pop I didn't recognize the girl next door With beat up sneakers
The world at my sneakers Gold pieces molded with Jesus features Give streets the fever From the way I spit the Ether Came on the scene at 19, a gritty
York, I'd love to see L.A. I really want to come kick it with you You'll be my American boy, American boy American boy, American boy, American
