C.R.E.A.M. Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent] Ayo this is some [?] shit, Poke said I ain't gotta go hard on it I can just [?] [?] and just slide (Yo, yo) One time (Yo, yo) [Chorus: 50 Cent] Cash rules everything around me Queens, get the money, dolla, dolla, bills y'all [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Niggas is starving That's why they look so tough (Uh-huh) Niggas malnutritious, they ain't eatin' enough Me and my niggas, we addicted to stuntin', you can't stop frontin' Catch us on the block with Glocks ready to pop somethin' Or in the Porsche dealer with cash ready to cop somethin' My bitch wrap the coupe now I'm pushin' the [?] Thinkin', who should I shit on and how to get more dough Got a bad attitude, I was born wit it and I'ma live wit it 'till I'm dead and gone wit it Me and my team destroy for position to build like coalitions Niggas who get outta line end up missing Motherfuckers stay tryna walk before they crawl, nigga slow down, stash some chips then ball Listen killin' rap niggas wasn't part of the plan, Ja Rule and Sticky Fingers gon' force my hand Call me what you like rapper, writer, professional shit talker Sunday night I'm up at club New Yorker, I keep my wrist icy (What?) I keep my ears icy (Uh-huh), I keep my neck icy think that's why your bitch like me (Yeah) Son I'm a heavyweight how dare ya'll niggas take me lightly Fuck a one on one, I give your ass one chance to run before I cock that and pop that dunn, Queens shit I live life today like there ain't no tomorrow so I ain't never got a dime for a nigga to borrow, one time [Interlude: 50 Cent] If you don't love me alive then don't mourn me when I die (Die) Good riddance, good riddance to the world If you don't love me alive then don't mourn me when I die (Die) Good riddance, good riddance to the world [Verse 2: Tony Yayo & 50 Cent, Both] Life is full of greed and envy, scandals and [?] So if you doin' good you better act like you starvin' (What nigga?) I seen grown niggas shed tears And the stress have lil niggas growin' grey hairs See nine outta ten niggas, try to rhyme (Yeah) But I been spittin' lines since '89 (Uh-huh) Goin' hand in hand since the real Roxanne, you want beef? we can handle this, man to man When I pull out, yo there's no need to reload it (Yeah) I flush you out your house like you a rodent I'm out for the chips and wealth Tie you in the truck, have you piss yourself, catching dips on the belt (What?) Whatever I say is bein' felt (Uh) The words off my tongue make your taste buds melt See me and my team, push pies throughout Queens when the lights hit the ice they shine like high beams (Yeah) Nuttin' but frozen jewels, I'm holdin' tools, some shit could get ugly, like bowling shoes For my head I got a Teflon hat (Yeah) I also got a vest for my chest and my back (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Down by my dick I got a Teflon nut-cap (What?) And push a bulletproof whip, you could bust that I know killers that'll cripple ya frame with the Glock (Uh-huh) Walk off, dribble your brain down the block (What?) [Chorus: 50 Cent] Cash rules everything around me Queens, get the money, dolla, dolla, bills y'all Cash rules everything around me Queens, get the money, dolla, dolla, bills y'all [Outro: 50 Cent] 50 Cent (Tony Yayo) 2000 shit Ya'll niggas is under me, son All you niggas is under me, son, I raised these niggas, son This my baby boy, [?] [?] Fathers Day with me, motherfucker