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Автор: 50 Cent

Композиция: C.R.E.A.M.

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[Intro]:
You wan' smoke that?
Go 'head, roll it son!
I don't give a fuck man (Six Figga)
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 in the hood, ask niggaz 'bout me, Jesus!
For the money, niggaz'll go real hard (real hard)

[Verse 1]:
You are now under my hypnosis,
Summertime grind, come out with the toasters (yeah)
I return like a animal ferocious,
New money breathe, new enemies, nigga you know this!
Another mil', another nigga sick,
I got nothin', but hard dick for your bitch to lick!
I box you orthodox out boy, outlaw bricks of raw,
I'm out in the grind, 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 in the hood, ask niggaz 'bout me, Jesus!
For the money, niggaz'll go real hard (real hard)

[Verse 2]:
I push my pen with passion, I'm the author of the struggle
When pain is a head crack, designer of the devil
Trip' 6-6-6, I'm back on my bullshit
See clear through my third eye; it's gon' be a murda
E'ry summer, e'ry winter, e'ry spring
You think I'm bullshittin' I put that on e'rything
The shootin' gon' stop right after the shit-talkin'
I was sellin' crack while Mike was moonwalkin'
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 in the hood, ask niggaz 'bout me, Jesus!
For the money, niggaz'll go real hard (real hard)

[Outro]:
Yeah, I'm back baby I'm back!
New shit, the drought over, new product,
Yeah, man I can't fit in with these niggaz, man
I mean niggaz got mohawks, they wearin' skinny jeans', man
I think' these niggaz is faggots, man, for real man,
They with the rainbow club, man
You think this shit is a fad? C'mon, 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?
C'mon 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 in the hood, ask niggaz 'bout me, Jesus!
For the money, niggaz'll go real hard (real hard)

Видеоклип
50 Cent - C.R.E.A.M. 2009 - War Angel LP
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