C.R.E.A.M. 2009

[ti:C.R.E.A.M. 2009] [ar:50 Cent] [al:战争天使(War Angel LP)] [by:季风网-【http://www.ip21.cn】] [offset:0] Ou wan' smoke that Go 'head roll it son I don't give a fuck man Six Figga 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 niggaz 'bout me Jesus For the money niggaz'll go real hard real hard You are now under my hypnosis Summertime grind come out with the toasters I return like a animal ferocious New money breathe new enemies Nigga you know this Another mil' another nigga sick I got nothin but hard dick for Your bitch to lick I box you orthodox out boy Outlaw bricks of raw I'm out in the grind 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 niggaz 'bout me Jesus For the money niggaz'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 Designer of the devil Trip' 6-6-6 I'm back on my bullshit See clear through my third eye It's gon' be a murda E'ry summer e'ry winter e'ry spring You think I'm bullshittin I put that on e'rything The shootin gon' stop right after the shit-talkin I was sellin crack while Mike was moonwalkin 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 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 niggaz 'bout me Jesus For the money niggaz'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 niggaz man I mean niggaz got mohawks They wearin skinny jeans man I think these niggaz is faggots man For real man They with the rainbow club man You think this shit is a fad C'mon 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 C'mon 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 niggaz 'bout me Jesus For the money niggaz'll go real hard real hard