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50 cent - c.r.e.a.m. freestyle lyrics

[intro: 50 cent]
ayo this is some [?] sh+t, poke said i ain’t gotta go hard on it
i can just [?] [?] and just slide (yo, yo)
one time (yo, yo)

[verse 1: 50 cent]
n+ggas is starving
that’s why they look so tough (uh+huh)
n+ggas malnutritious, they ain’t eatin’ enough
me and my n+ggas, we addicted to stuntin’, you can’t stop frontin’
catch us on the block with glocks ready to pop somethin’
or in the porsche dealer with cash ready to cop somethin’
my b+tch wrap the coupe now i’m pushin’ the [?]
thinkin’, who should i sh+t on and how to get more dough
got a bad attitude, i was born wit it and i’ma live wit it ’till i’m dead and gone wit it
me and my team destroy for position to build like coalitions
n+ggas who get outta line end up missing
motherf+ckers stay tryna walk before they crawl, n+gga slow down, stash some chips then ball

call me what you like rapper, writer, professional sh+t talker
sunday night i’m up at club new yorker, i keep my wrist icy (what?)
i keep my ears icy (uh+huh), i keep my neck icy think that’s why your b+tch like me (yeah)
son i’m a heavyweight how dare ya’ll n+ggas take me lightly
f+ck a one on one, i give your ass one chance to run before i c+ck that and pop that dunn, queens sh+t
i live life today like there ain’t no tomorrow so i ain’t never got a dime for a n+gga to borrow, one time
[interlude: 50 cent]
if you don’t love me alive then don’t mourn me when i die (die)
good riddance, good riddance to the world
if you don’t love me alive then don’t mourn me when i die (die)
good riddance, good riddance to the world

life is full of greed and envy, scandals and [?]
so if you doin’ good you better act like you starvin’ (what n+gga?)
i seen grown n+ggas shed tears
and the stress have lil n+ggas growin’ grey hairs
see nine outta ten n+ggas, try to rhyme (yeah)
but i been spittin’ lines since ’89 (uh+huh)
goin’ hand in hand since the real roxanne, you want beef? we can handle this, man to man
when i pull out, yo there’s no need to reload it (yeah)
i flush you out your house like you a rodent
i’m out for the chips and wealth
tie you in the truck, have you p+ss yourself, catching dips on the belt (what?)
whatever i say is bein’ felt (uh)
the words off my tongue make your taste buds melt
see me and my team, push pies throughout queens when the lights hit the ice they shine like high beams (yeah)
nuttin’ but frozen jewels, i’m holdin’ tools, some sh+t could get ugly, like bowling shoes
for my head i got a teflon hat (yeah)
i also got a vest for my chest and my back (uh+huh, uh+huh)
down by my d+ck i got a teflon nut+cap (what?)
and push a bulletproof whip, you could bust that
i know k!llers that’ll cripple ya frame with the glock (uh+huh)
walk off, dribble your brain down the block (what?)

[outro: 50 cent]
50 cent (tony yayo)
2000 sh+t
ya’ll n+ggas is under me, son
all you n+ggas is under me, son, i raised these n+ggas, son
this my baby boy, [?] [?] fathers day with me, motherf+cker

- 50 cent lyrics

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