Daydreamin' Lyrics - Blood Money - Mobb Deep

Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelers 

Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer 

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, a lot of canned food 

Cereal in the white box with powdered milk too 

My moms couldn't buy me the shoes I want 

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

It's cool to have shelto, I had the libeaz 

With the weak ass Velcro, looking ridiculous 

I knew way back then we had to step it up 

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

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Me and hav' took the train from Manhattan to Conney 

Everyday and night just so we can got songs done 

We had guns, weed and a couple of forties 

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 niggaz had all that shit you see on T.V. 

From money that they made off the block 

Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelers 

Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer 

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 

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My day dreams is more like nightmares 

A vigil, bullet proof cars, supped up time shares 

My friends did a turn 'cause 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 niggaz 'cause they sayin' I changed? 

Will everybody wanna ball, be my friend and leech? 

When niggaz 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 'cause that bitch uncle Sam 

Invades your space when you evade his tax 

Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelers 

Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer 

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