C.R.E.A.M. 2009 lyrics

[Intro]
You wanna smoke that? Go 'head, roll it, son
I don't give a f*ck, man, smoke that sh*t, man
Or you can smoke crack if you wanna smoke crack
I don't give a f*ck 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 n*gga killed y'all (Killed y'all)
Kill the hood, ask n*ggas 'bout me
Jesus, for the money, n*ggas'll go real hard (Real hard)

[Verse 1]
You are now under my hypnosis
Summertime grind, come out with the toasters
I return like an animal ferocious
New money breeds, new enemies, n*gga you know this
Another mil', another n*gga sick
I got nothing but hard di*k for your b*tch to lick
I box unorthodox, southpaw, outlaw, bricks of raw
I'm out in the drought, I make the dope price soar
sh*t cool 'til the mac out, run when it back out
A n*gga finna blackout, better pray that b*tch jam
It's in God's hands, it's all God plan
You mean even when a n*gga gettin' smoked, goddamn
[Chorus]
Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me
Queens get the money, I have a n*gga killed y'all (Killed y'all)
Kill the hood, ask n*ggas 'bout me
Jesus, for the money, n*ggas'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, the sign of the devil
Trip' 6-6-6, I'm back on my bullsh*t
See clear through my third eye, it's gon' be a murder
Every summer, every winter, every spring
You think I'm bullsh*tting, I put that on everything
The shooting gon' stop right after the sh*t-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 n*gga to you
So he could put some hot sh*t through you, do you?

[Chorus]
Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me
Queens get the money, I have a n*gga killed y'all (Killed y'all)
Kill the hood, ask n*ggas 'bout me
Jesus, for the money, n*ggas'll go real hard (Real hard)
[Interlude]
Yeah, I'm back, baby, I'm back
New sh*t, the drought over, new product
Yeah, man I can't fit in with these n*ggas, man
I mean n*ggas got mohawks, they wearing skinny jeans, man
I think these n*ggas is faggots, man, for real, man
They with the rainbow club, man
You think this sh*t is a fad? Come on, man
I think it's more than that, man
I think it's more than that
So if a n*gga 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 n*gga killed y'all (Killed y'all)
Kill the hood, ask n*ggas 'bout me
Jesus, for the money, n*ggas'll go real hard (Real hard)