Woorden: Mobb Deep. Blood Money. Daydreamin'.

Prodigy Chorus-
Daydreamin' the dirt bikes and four-wheelers
shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
hats and jacket, shirt pants and sneakers
that brand new car smell, we schemin'
Daydreamin' the pent-houses in LA
the illest yachts, the hottest broads they make
can't wait to its my turn to get dough
so i ain' gotta fuckin' daydream no more

Prodigy Verse-
Comin' up we ain' have much a lotta can food
cereal in the white box with sour milk too
my mom's couldn't buy me the shoes i want
we put on lay-away on shit that only cost a few bucks
in school they had shell-toe i had Olivians
with the weak ass Velcro, lookin' ridiculous
i knew way back then we had to step it up
cuz waitin' for the bus in the snow wasn't us
me and Hav took the train from Manhattan to Coney
everyday and night just so we can get our songs done
we had guns, weed and a couple of forty's
if we got lucky on the way, we could Jux sum'in
we used to watch video music box
and pray maybe one day we can get a shot outside
my niggaz had all that shit you see on tv
from money that they made off the block

Prodigy Chorus-
Daydreamin' the dirt bikes and four-wheelers
shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
hats and jacket, shirt pants and sneakers
that brand new car smell, we schemin'
Daydreamin' the pent-houses in LA
the illest yachts, the hottest broads they make
can't wait to its my turn to get dough
so i ain' gotta fuckin' daydream no more

Havoc Verse-
My daydreams is more like nightmares
i visioned bulletproof cars scooped up time shares
my friends that'd turned cuz it not their turn
and how the streets gon' be when they release fur
when i get that million bucks, will i remain the same
or will i have to get it niggaz cuz they sayin' i changed
well everybody wanna ball, be my friend and leech
will niggaz put me to the test, happy clappin' the heat
i used to think bein' rich ain't all that bad
a far cry from a dream was all i had
do i got the right team or they ridin' for cash
would they jump in front of me when them cameras flash
is hip-hop police gon' be up my ass
can leave the heat under the seat, gotta find a better stash
gotta grip let my seats, cuz that bitch Uncle Sam
invade your space when you invade his tax..

Prodigy Chorus-
Daydreamin' the dirt bikes and four-wheelers
shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
hats and jacket, shirt pants and sneakers
that brand new car smell, we schemin'
Daydreamin' the pent-houses in LA
the illest yachts, the hottest broads they make
can't wait to its my turn to get dough
so i ain' gotta fuckin' daydream no more

(Thanks to big loic for these lyrics)