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Artist/Band: 50 Cent
Lyrics for Song: C.R.E.A.M. 2009
Lyrics for Album: War Angel LP [2009]



[Intro: 50 Cent]

You 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



[Chorus: 50 Cent]

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)



[50 Cent]

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



[Chorus]



[50 Cent]

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?



[Chorus]



[Outro: 50 Cent]

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...



[Chorus]


Album Lyrics: War Angel LP [2009]


50 Cent
"War Angel LP [2009]"


1. Better Come On Your A Game
2. C.R.E.A.M. 2009
3. Cocaine
4. Get The Message
5. I Gotta Win
6. I Line Niggas
7. I'll Do Anything
8. London Girl
9. Redrum (Murder)
10. Talking In Codes
11. War Angel LP Outro
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