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Correct Cream 2001 (feat. Raekwon & Ghostface Killah) Lyrics
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f/ Ghostface Killah, Raekwon [Intro: DJ Clue (Raekwon)] Word up, word up New shit.. Raekwon.. Ghostface (Eh-yo, eh-yo, eh-yo..) CREAM.. 2001 (Who you? Who you?) Fetch out.. my nigga RZA (Yea.. yea.. yea..) WHAAAAAAAT? [Raekwon] That's right.. My nigga Clueminatti fuckin wit the intro, to murder somebody We cheque-cash niggas wit four fingers on 'em Callin the 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 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 nigga shit, callin 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 Roast ya ornaments, Super Bowl ring on each finger Gettin fly, might linger, those of you ride So let the lye sprinkle yo [Chorus 2X: Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)] 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 niggas labels down, frostin 'em [Ghostface Killah] 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-ass 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 glasses The plan was to bring together all the masses [Chorus 2X] [Break: DJ Clue *during chorus*] DJ Clue.. Desert Storm Fetch out.. Rip Right Loud Records, Steve Rifkin, Epic CLUE! [Raekwon] Money Mohammed Ali niggas who keep clean sneakers on Beef and take niggas 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 shit washed Elevator music, Rolex doors with thirty-seven whores Countin the paper, takin y'all to walls [Chorus 2X] [Outro: DJ Clue] DJ Clue.. Desert Storm The Professional, Pt. 2 Stupid! Fetch out.. Dame Dash My nigga Jigga, Big Harper You know how we do things, word up
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