Cream 2001

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Corey Woods (born January 12, 1970), better known by the stage name Raekwon, is an American rapper and a member of the Wu-Tang Clan. He released his solo debut, Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... in 1995, and has since recorded numerous solo albums, as well as continuing to work with Wu-Tang and providing an extensive number of guest contributions to other hip hop artist's works. more »

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Word up, word up
Paint a picture, new shit, Raekwon, Ghostface
(Eh-yo, eh-yo, eh-yo)
CREAM, 2001 (Who you? Who you?)
Fetch out, my nigga RZA (yea yea yea)
What?

That's right
My brother Clue dun' got us fuckin' wit the intro, to murder somebody
We cheque-cash niggas wit four fingers on 'em
Call on the Lord, "Help me!", that's us
Thrustin' through ya hood wit the dust (hoo!)
Lord have mercy, niggas look thirsty, yo
End the swine, meet the inventor, plus the winter
It's mine, gasoline jump, just spiked gloves, nines
Watch my wave push, one chain faded out
Racin to Spain, half a million dollars in Boyd
Willy Aims, slap bop top of ya Glocks, plus black Reebox
Rockin real nigga shit, call me Pops
Golden pro', kitchen designer shit
Chinchilla blankets, H. Winston anklets on
Drug dealer banquets, hands out, fire when we spit (haha)
The position is lit, drop fifty out a blimp
Roast ya ornaments, Super Bowl ring on each finger
Gettin fly, might linger, those of you ride
So let the lye sprinkle yo

Yo we put together like CREAM
Matter of fact like a Jamaican team
Sprangler status, hatin' like Mitch Green
Off the wall auctions that dumb out
(We organize extortions)
Burn niggas' labels down, frostin' 'em

We put together like CREAM
Matter of fact like a Jamaican team
Sprangler status, hatin' like Mitch Green
Off the wall auctions that dumb out
(We organize extortions)
Burn niggas' labels down, frostin' 'em

Eh-yo, how you like two Ac's?
Max in the trunk, lookin' real dumb
Eighty-eight paper and our nose is numb
Prayed over Marvin Gaye's grave
He said Ghost, "Pop merked me at an early age
Hit Diana back in the days"
Them Supreme bitches all on my dick
Loved the way I sung the Cherells
"Mercy, mercy, son", made 'em cum
I wrote songs for the people
Verses that'll make Nixon resign
You can do the same thing with rhymes
"I swear Ghost is doobie, just imagine"
Check out what I started
Who's the first to rock 'fros with out a part in it?
Featherhats partin it, Gladys was the baddest, she wore a six
Pretty-ass foot with an arch in it
Big cars, slammin eight-tracks, slammin' hats
King died in sixty-five, Motown cried
Saw a tear drop from Stevie's eyes
Fogged out glasses
The plan was to bring together all the masses

Yo we put together like CREAM
Matter of fact like a Jamaican team
Sprangler status, hatin' like Mitch Green
Off the wall auctions that dumb out
(We organize extortions)
Burn niggas' labels down, frostin' 'em

We put together like CREAM
Matter of fact like a Jamaican team
Sprangler status, hatin' like Mitch Green
Off the wall auctions that dumb out
(We organize extortions)
Burn niggas' labels down, frostin' 'em

Money Mohammed Ali niggas who keep clean sneakers on
Beef and take niggas eats, streets brought all my features
Terry cloth bed rallies, imagine only seventeen wildin'
Who spent thousand on 'em Ballies?
Denali's now lampin', just stylin' out in Cali
Actin like raw is the mission, mission is to slap 'em
Bankjars, movin in psalms, manipulatin my accountant
Relaxin like, blacks get jobs
Slangin in bangles y'all, chillin from all angles
Don rock more thank you's, gettin my shit washed
Elevator music, Rolex doors with thirty-seven whores
Countin my paper, takin y'all to walls

Yo we put together like CREAM
Matter of fact like a Jamaican team
Sprangler status, hatin' like Mitch Green
Off the wall auctions that dumb out
(We organize extortions)
Burn niggas' labels down, frostin' 'em

We put together like CREAM
Matter of fact like a Jamaican team
Sprangler status, hatin' like Mitch Green
Off the wall auctions that dumb out
(We organize extortions)
Burn niggas' labels down, frostin' 'em

DJ Clue.. Desert Storm
The Professional, Pt. 2
Stupid! Fetch out, Dame Dash
My nigga Jigga, Bigs Harper
You know how we do things, word up

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