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 They will try to end your life Beware, my son Beware