50 Cent - C.R.E.A.M. 2009 lyrics

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

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

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?

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)

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

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)