C.R.E.A.M. (Remix)

[Letra de "C.R.E.A.M. (Remix)"]

[Intro Serious P]

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side

Stayin' alive was no jive

Had secondhands, Mom's bounced on old man

So then we moved to Shaolin land

A young youth, yo, rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose

Only way I begin the G off was drug loot

And let's start it like this, son

Rollin' with this one and that one

Pullin' out gats for fun

But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend

Started smokin' woolies at 16

And runnin' up in gates and doin' hits for high stakes

Makin' my way on fire escapes

No question I would speed for cracks and weed

The combination made my eyes bleed

No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all

Stickin' up white boys in ball courts

My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater

Times is rough and tough like leather

Figured out I went the wrong route

So I got with a sick-ass clique and went all out

Catchin' keys from 'cross seas

Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's

Yo, nigga, respect mine, or here go the TEC-9

Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now!