Mobb Deep Follow

-Chorus- (Prodigy)

daydreamin' of dirtbikes, and four wheelers

shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealeer

hats and jackets, shirts pants and sneakers

that brand new car smell

we sceamin' daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A.

the illest yachts, the hottest broads they make

can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough

so i don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more

coming up we ain't have much, alot of canned food

cereal in the white box, with powdered milk too

my momz couldn't buy me the shoes i want

we put lay-away on shit that only cost a few bucks

its cool to have shelto, i had the libeaz

with the weak ass velcro, looking ridiulous

i knew way back then we had to step it up

cuz waiting in the snow for the bus wasn't us

me and hav' took the train from manhattan to cloney

every day and night, just so we can got songs done

we had guns, weed, and a couple of fourties

if we got lucky on the way, we could jook someone

we used to watch video music box

and pray maybe one day we could get a shot

outside, my niggas had all that shit you see on t.v.

from money that they made off the block

-Chorus- (Prodigy)

my day dreams, is more like nightmares

a vigi, bullet proof cars, souped up time shares

my friends did a turn cuz it's not they turn

or how the streets gonna be, when they release fur

when i get that million bucks, will i remain the same

or will i have to get at niggas cuz they sayin' i changed

will everybody wanna ball, be my friend and leech

when niggas put me to the test, have me clapping the heat

i used to think bein' rich, ain't all that bad

a far cry from what a dream, was all i had

do i got the right team, or they riding for cash

would they jump in front of me, when them cameras flash

is the 'pop police, gon' be up my ass

can't leave the heat under the seat, gotta find a better stash

gotta collect receipts cuz that bitch uncle sam

invades your space when you evade his tax

-Chorus- (Prodigy)