"C.R.E.A.M. 2009" lyrics - 50 CENT
[Intro:]
You wanna smoke that? Go 'head, roll it, son
I don't give a fuck, man, smoke that shit, man
Or you can smoke crack if you wanna smoke crack
I don't give a fuck what you wanna do, man
Don't look to me to stop you, man
Yeah, I'm not gettin' in the way
[Chorus:]
Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me
Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (Killed y'all)
Kill the hood, ask niggas 'bout me
Jesus, for the money, niggas'll go real hard (Real hard)
You are now under my hypnosis
Summertime grind, come out with the toasters
I return like an animal ferocious
New money breeds, new enemies, nigga you know this
Another mil', another nigga sick
I got nothing but hard dick for your bitch to lick
I box unorthodox, southpaw, outlaw, bricks of raw
I'm out in the drought, I make the dope price soar
Shit cool 'til the mac out, run when it back out
A nigga finna blackout, better pray that bitch jam
It's in God's hands, it's all God plan
You mean even when a nigga gettin' smoked, goddamn
[Chorus:]
Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me
Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (Killed y'all)
Kill the hood, ask niggas 'bout me
Jesus, for the money, niggas'll go real hard (Real hard)
I push my pen with passion, I'm the author of the struggle
When pain is a head crack, the sign of the devil
Trip' 6-6-6, I'm back on my bullshit
See clear through my third eye, it's gon' be a murder
Every summer, every winter, every spring
You think I'm bullshitting, I put that on everything
The shooting gon' stop right after the shit-talking
I was selling crack while Mike was moonwalking
20 off a pack, I stack, I can't call it
I blast ya like NASA, Jack, you outta orbit
I mean you outta order, you don't want me to send a nigga to you
So he could put some hot shit through you, do you?
[Chorus:]
Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me
Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (Killed y'all)
Kill the hood, ask niggas 'bout me
Jesus, for the money, niggas'll go real hard (Real hard)
[Interlude:]
Yeah, I'm back, baby, I'm back
New shit, the drought over, new product
Yeah, man I can't fit in with these niggas, man
I mean niggas got mohawks, they wearing skinny jeans, man
I think these niggas is faggots, man, for real, man
They with the rainbow club, man
You think this shit is a fad? Come on, man
I think it's more than that, man
I think it's more than that
So if a nigga wear a dress you gon' put on a dress too?
Come on, man
[Chorus:]
Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me
Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (Killed y'all)
Kill the hood, ask niggas 'bout me
Jesus, for the money, niggas'll go real hard (Real hard)
