8 Mile More Music movie - C.R.E.A.M./Cream lyrics
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[Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method Man]<br>
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What that nigga want God?<br>
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)<br>
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby<br>
Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up<br>
KnowhatI'msayin?<br>
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me<br>
C.R.E.A.M. get...)<br>
Yeah, check this ol fly shit out<br>
Word up<br>
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint<br>
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go<br>
(dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!<br>
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[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]<br>
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I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side<br>
Staying alive was no jive<br>
At second hands, moms bounced on old men<br>
So then we moved to Shaolin land<br>
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose<br>
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot<br>
And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one<br>
And that one, pullin out gats for fun<br>
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend<br>
Started smokin woolies at sixteen<br>
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes<br>
Making my way on fire escapes<br>
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed<br>
The combination made my eyes bleed<br>
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all<br>
Sticking up white boys in ball courts<br>
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater<br>
Times is ruff and tuff like leather<br>
Figured out I went the wrong route<br>
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out<br>
Catchin keys from across seas<br>
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's<br>
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine<br>
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now<br>
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[Chorus: Method Man]<br>
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Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me<br>
C.R.E.A.M.<br>
Get the money<br>
Dollar, dollar bill y'all <br>
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[Verse Two: Inspector Deck]<br>
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It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin<br>
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival<br>
I peep at the shape of the streets <br>
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep<br>
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.<br>
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15<br>
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much<br>
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...<br>
The court played me short, now I face incarceration<br>
Pacin -- going up state's my destination<br>
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us<br>
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff<br>
But as the world turns I learned life is hell <br>
Living in the world no different from a cell<br>
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base<br>
Smokin bones in the staircase<br>
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess<br>
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed<br>
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?<br>
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth<br>
Who explained working hard may help you maintain<br>
to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain<br>
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks<br>
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot<br>
Leave it up to me while I be living proof<br>
To kick the truth to the young black youth<br>
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer<br>
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear<br>
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted<br>
That what? That life is hectic<br>
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[Outro:]<br>
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[Chorus -- 4X]<br>
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Niggas gots to do what they gotta do, to get a bill<br>
YaknowhatI'msayin?<br>
Cuz we can't just get by no more<br>
Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and down<br>
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[Chorus -- 3X]<br>
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Cash Rules Everything Around Me<br>
C.R.E.A.M.<br>
get the money<br>
Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH<br>
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