[Intro: Young Noble]
Yeah, Young Noble Outlaw
Deuce and the Concrete Mob
Yeah, O.G. Spice 1 (C'mon)
Yeah, let's go! C'mon

[Verse 1: Young Noble]
Eybody watchin' don't nobody wanna lend a hand (Lend a hand)
It ain't the same no more, so I'm a different man (I'm a different man)
Clear to see, that nobody really give a damn (Damn)
You gotta take care of you, and your own fam
Actin' like a kid, you's a mafuckin' grown man! (Grown man)
Stand on my own two, got my own plan
Ain't nobody playin' fair, this a cold game (It's a cold game)
The downfall of my family was cocaine
We live fast, just to die from a slow pain (Slow pain)
These n***as in the rap game got no shame
I guess the people want swag over substance
Dumb mafuckas just hollin' bout nuthin' (Nuthin')
Take a look around, the majority is strugglin' (Yeah)
And n***a die young, they get jeallous when you bubblin' (Wooh)
Hatin' ass n***as, I ain't never been one of 'em
I don't fear none of 'em, God I'm the son of him
Outlaw general

[Chorus: Young Noble]
Just for a piece of the american dream
We gotta scheme just to get the cream (Scheme just to get the cream)
Yeah, it's for a piece of the american dream
We got fiends or the triple beam (Fiends or the triple beam)
Just for a piece of the american dream
Gotta believe it ain't what it seems (Believe it ain't what it seem)
Just for a piece of the american dream
N***a cash rules everything (Cash rules everything)
[Verse 2: Deuce Deuce]
Ey yo cash rules everything, once a dollar in a dream
Tryna snatch canadian cream, it's me against the queen (Sup Elizabeth)
Got me in this predicament, I'm livin' in
I'm Robert Patt (Why?) When I'm a sin again, but then again
Just a youth (Uh) Steppin' on the scene before I hit my teens (Hit my teens)
I understood, this shit's in my genes (In my geens)
Gettin' paid is very contagious
Why slave for minimum wague? As time changes
My mind-frame is, that of the utmost
Amongst these cutthroats
Money hungry bummy n***as that's broke
Easily provoked, weed smoke cloggin' up my lungs
I'm a product of the slums, mama look at what you sprung
My heart is none, I trust none (No one)
They stay lyin' to the public, music with no substance (None)
It's so ridiculous like you oblivious to real life livin'
Now who the fuck you kiddin'?

[Chorus: Young Noble]
Just for a piece of the american dream
We gotta scheme just to get the cream (Scheme just to get the cream)
Yeah, it's for a piece of the american dream
We got fiends or the triple beam (Fiends or the triple beam)
Just for a piece of the american dream
Gotta believe it ain't what it seems (Believe it ain't what it seem)
Just for a piece of the american dream
N***a cash rules everything (Cash rules everything)
[Verse 3: Spice 1]
Well if it ain't about money, then it ain't about shit
How the fuck would this world turn, without circulatin' these chips
So sit the fuck down, if you ain't gettin' money (Blaow!)
My bottom bitch with it, she down to ride for me
She like cake with her ice cream, she dream of havin' things
We gon' Bonnie and Clyde the game, and give the bird wings
Put her motherfuckin' thirty thousand feet in the air
When it touch down, my goons, they gon' be right there
I cook cakes in the kitchen, doin' wonders for this bread
I peeled some various mothafuckas, for this dough with the led
Mr. Bossalini, black on black Lamborghini
Native chick up in the passenger seat, wearin' bikini
Countin' my money with a fo-five right between her thighs
And she'd shoot a mothafucka, right there, between his eyes
For the money, dolla dolla bill y'all
Shit the game is just way too real y'all (Blaow!)
*Gunshot*