C.R.E.A.M. (KO Remix):
• Written by KO-Doomzday
KO-Doomzday's Notes
This has verses (or snippets) of the following songs
Wu-Tang Clan - C.R.E.A.M.
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Mobb Deep - Shook Ones, Pt. II
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Eminem - Marshall Mathers
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50 Cent - Many Men (Wish Death)
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I do not own any of these songs.
//Verse 1 - Raekwon//
I grew up on the crime side, the New York times side
Staying alive was no jive
Had second hands, bounced to old mans
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo, rocking the gold tooth, low goose
Only way I begin the G off was the loot
And let's start it like this, son
Rolling with this one and that one, driving out for fun
But it was just a dream for a teen who was a fiend
Started on my own when I was sixteen
And running up in gates and going around for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
//Verse 2 - Prodigy//
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
You heard of us, barely escaping deadly murderers
The Mobb comes equipped escaping warfare, beware
Of a crime family who ain't got enough shots to share
For all of those who just wanna profile and pose
Take off with a face, gone, my brain and my nose bone
You all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for themself in this land where we running
And keep 'em shook crews humming, like they supposed to
They come around, but they never come close to
//Chorus - Method Man//
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M.
Get ya money, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M.
Get ya money, dollar dollar bill, y'all
//Verse 3 - Eminem//
You might see me jogging, you might see me walking
You might see me walking a lost Rottweiler dog
With rabies on, in the park with a spiked collar
Hollering at him 'cause the little beast won't quit barking
Or leaning out the window and talk lots and
Driving up the block, same one they shot Pac in
Looking for B.I.G.'s killers, looking ridiculous
Driving by, like I don't see what the big deal is
Going off double bigger than Chris Wallace
Angry, all, 'cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this
Watching these little cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that should've been theirs like they switched wallets
And amidst all this fist knocking and wristwatches
I just sit back and watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with no bottles of Remy Martin
Starting this like some twenty-six-year old skinny Cartman
//Verse 4 - 50 Cent//
Every night, I talk to god, but he ain't say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I still stay, never lack
In my nightmares, these ones pulling checks on me
Psychic says someone done put a hex on me
The feds didn't know much when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me Tut got knocked
I ain't gonna spell it out for all of you all the time
Are you illiterate, man? You can't read between the lines?
//Chorus - Method Man//
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M.
Get ya money, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M.
Get ya money, dollar dollar bill, y'all
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