Dj Clue - C.R.E.A.M. 2001 lyrics

(feat. Ghostface k**ah, Raekwon) [Intro: DJ Clue (Raekwon)] Word up, word up New sh**.. Raekwon.. Ghostface (Eh-yo, eh-yo, eh-yo..) CREAM.. 2001 (Who you? Who you?) Fetch out.. my n***a RZA (Yea.. yea.. yea..) WHAAAAAAAT? [Raekwon] That's right.. My n***a Clueminatti f**in wit the intro, to murder somebody We cheque-cash n***as wit four fingers on 'em Callin the Lord, "Help me!", that's us Thrustin through ya hood wit the dust (HOOOOO!) Lord have mercy, n***as 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 n***a sh**, callin me Pops Golden pro', kitchen designer sh** 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 [Chorus x2: Raekwon (Ghostface k**ah)] Yo we put together like CREAM Matter of fact like a Jamaican team Sprangler stats, hatin like Mitch Green Off the wall auction that dumb out (We organize exortions) Burn n***as labels down, frostin 'em [Ghostface k**ah] 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 ninety in the back of me days" There's supreme fingers 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-a** foot with an arch in it Big cars, slammin eight-tracks, slammin tracks King died in sixty-five, Motown cried Saw a tear drop from Stevie's eyes Fogged out gla**es The plan was to bring together all the ma**es [Chorus x2] [Break: DJ Clue *during chorus*] DJ Clue.. Desert Storm Fetch out.. Rip Right Loud Records, Steve Rifkin, Epic CLUE! [Raekwon] Money Mohammed Ali n***as who keep clean sneakers on Beef and take n***as eats, streets brought all my features Temped to clog bed rallies, imagine only seventeen wildin Who spent thousand on 'em Ballies? Now I'm just lampin, just stylin out in Cali Actin like raw is the mission, mission is to slap 'em Bang jars, 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 sh** washed Elevator music, Rolex doors with thirty-seven who*es Countin the paper, takin y'all to walls [Chorus x2] [Outro: DJ Clue] DJ Clue.. Desert Storm The Professional, Pt. 2 Stupid! Fetch out.. Dame Dash My n***a Jigga, Big Harper You know how we do things, word up