[Intro: DJ Clue, (Raekwon)]
Word up!
(Paint a picture...)
New shit! Raekwon! Ghostface!
(Eh-yo, eh-yo, eh-yo..)
C.R..E.A.M.... 2001
(Who you, who you, who you?)
Fat shout – my nigga, RZA!
(Yea.. yea.. yea..)
WHAAAAAAAT?
[Verse 1: Raekwon, (DJ Clue)]
That's right...
My nigga Clueminatti fuckin' wit' the intro, to murder somebody
We cheque-cash niggas wit' four fingers on 'em
Call on Lord, "Help me!" – that's us
Thrustin' through ya hood wit the dust (HOOOOO!)
Lord have mercy, niggas look thirsty, yo
End the swine, meet the inventor
Plus the winter is mine
Gasoline jumpers, spiked gloves, nines
Watch plump, waves pushed, one chain faded out
Racin' to Spain, half a million dollars in Boyd
Willie Aames, slap bop top of ya Glocks
Plus black Reeboks, 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
Frozen ornaments, Super Bowl ring on each finger
Gettin' fly, might linger
Those of you ride, so let the lies sprinkle, yo
[Chorus: Raekwon, (Ghostface Killah)]
Yo, we put together like C.R.E.A.M
Matter of fact, like a Jamaican team
(Spangler status) Hatin' like Mitch Green
(Off the wall auctions) that dumb out
(We organize exortions)
Burn niggas' labels down, forcin' em
We put together like C.R.E.A.M
Matter of fact, like a Jamaican team
(Spangler status) Hatin' like Mitch Green
(Off the wall auctions) that dumb out
(We organize exortions)
Burn niggas' labels down, forcin' em
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Eh-yo, we like two Ak's, Mac's in the trunk, lookin real dumb
'88 paper and our nose is numb
Prayed over Marvin Gaye's grave
He said, "Ghost, Pop murked me at an early age
Hit Diana back in the days
And the Supremes, they was all on my dick
Loved the way I sung The Shirelles
'Mercy, Mercy' sung made 'em cum..."
"I wrote songs for the people," (Riiight!)
"Verses that'll make Nixon resign," (Uh-huh!)
"You can do the same thing with rhymes, I swear, Ghost
If you could just imagine...
Check out what I started!
Who's the first to rock 'fros with a part in it?
Feather hats, pardon it
Gladys was the baddest, she wore a 6
Pretty-ass foot, with an arch in it
Big cars, slammin' 8-tracks, slanted hats
King died in '65, Motown cried
Saw a tear drop from Stevie's eyes, fogged out glasses
The plan was to bring together all the masses!"
[Chorus: Raekwon, (Ghostface Killah)]
Yo, we put together like C.R.E.A.M
Matter of fact, like a Jamaican team
(Spangler status) Hatin' like Mitch Green
(Off the wall auctions) that dumb out
(We organize exortions)
Burn niggas' labels down, forcin' em
[Interlude: DJ Clue, during Chorus]
DJ Clue! Desert Storm!
Fat shout – Rick Rock!
Loud Records! Steve Rifkin!
Epic!
CLUE!
[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Yo! Muhammad Ali niggas who keep clean sneakers on
Beefin', take niggas' eats, streets brought all my features
Terryclothed bed rallies
Imagine, only 17, wil'er who spent thousands on 'em Ballys
Denali's now, I'm just lampin', just stylin out in Cali
Actin' like raw is the mission, mission is to slap 'em
Bank charge, movin' in stars, manipulatin' my accountant
Relaxin' like blacks gettin' jobs
Slayin', bangles on, yo – chillin from all angles
Don rock more thank you's, getti' my shit washed
Elevator music, Rolex doors with3 7 whores
Countin' my paper, takin' yo awards
[Chorus: Raekwon & (Ghostface Killah)]
Yo, we put together like C.R.E.A.M
Matter of fact, like a Jamaican team
(Spangler status) Hatin' like Mitch Green
(Off the wall auctions) that dumb out
(We organize exortions)
Burn niggas' labels down, forcin' em
We put together like C.R.E.A.M
Matter of fact, like a Jamaican team
(Spangler status) Hatin' like Mitch Green
(Off the wall auctions) that dumb out
(We organize exortions)
Burn niggas' labels down, forcin' em
[Outro: DJ Clue]
DJ Clue! Desert Storm!
'The Professional, Pt. 2', stupid!
Fat shout – Dame Dash
My nigga, Jigga! Biggs Hoffa!
You know how we do things! Word up!
