Dreaming

Gangsta for life, yeah (gangsters)
 Tell dem that (ayy)
 Yo, we got to make the money, yeah (anyway, anyway)
 That's most of us hopes and dreams of (anyway)
 (Gangsta for life)
 So, don't ever go and bow for it (make money)
 Go in the streets and struggle for it (make money)
 Hahaha
 Even if it means you have to smuggle for it (anyway)
 See, I was dreaming that I'm floating on a thousand-dollar bill
 And if you touch my paper and fuck my dream up
 Then you gonna get killed
 I was dreaming that I'm floating on a thousand-dollar bill
 And if you touch my paper and fuck my dream up
 Then you gonna get killed
 Making money and all is well
 And I'm a gangster for life because my song can tell
 But some boy make it through the money, dem back part dem ah go sell
 Nuff go bow out and some turn enamel
 But the music give me money or the ganja me ah sell
 Or me gone pon a robbery and lef' crazy place shelled
 John crow fly down because body start smell
 And how me survive, only God can tell
 I was dreaming that I'm floating on a thousand-dollar bill
 And if you touch my paper and fuck my dream up
 Then you gonna get killed
 I was dreaming that I'm floating on a thousand-dollar bill
 And if you touch my paper and fuck my dream up (Gangsta for life)
 Then you gonna get killed
 And if me stick you fi your paper, try nuh run
 Because me come fi your things, it's like me ah put it down
 And anybody 'if' and 'but', then dem look inna me gun
 And if dem talk too hard you know you gone underground
 Because me need the money fi mi daughter and son
 Because me try fi look ah work and dem turn me down
 Then me link with DASECA and do music fi fun
 Big up mi dad, Bounty Killer, because your money cyaan done
 I was dreaming that I'm floating on a thousand-dollar bill
 And if you touch my paper and fuck my dream up
 Then you gonna get killed
 I was dreaming that I'm floating on a thousand-dollar bill
 And if you touch my paper and fuck my dream up
 Then you gonna get killed
 Believe me, people
 Nana
 I was dreaming, dreaming
 God knows
 Believe me, people, ay
 Gangsta for life
 Ay, ay
 I was dreaming that I'm floating on a thousand-dollar bill
 And if you touch my paper and fuck my dream up
 Then you gonna get killed
 I was dreaming that I'm floating on a thousand-dollar bill
 And if you touch my paper, fuck my dream up
 Then you gonna get killed
 People fear what they don't overstand
 And for this reason
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 They will try to end your life
 Beware, my son
 Beware