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| Wu-Tang Clan - C.R.E.A.M. (Explict Album Version) w/ correct lyricsThu, 08 Jan 2009 14:26:46 -0800 by xTahamedxArtist: Wu-Tang Clan (RZA, GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Method Man, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, Inspectah Deck, U-God, Masta Killa)Album: Enter Wu-Tang: The 36 ChambersSong: C.R.E.A.M. (Cash rule everything around me)Lyrics:[Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method Man]What that nigga want God?Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here babyWord up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word upKnowhatI'msayin?(C ash Rules Everything Around MeC.R.E.A.M. get...)Yeah, check this ol fly shit outWord up(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go(dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo![Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times sideStaying alive was no jiveAt second hands, moms bounced on old menSo then we moved to Shaolin landA young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo gooseOnly way, I begin to gee off was drug lootAnd let's start it like this son, rollin with this oneAnd that one, pullin out gats for funBut it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiendStarted smokin woolies at sixteenAnd running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakesMaking my way on fire escapesNo question I would speed, for cracks and weedThe combination made my eyes bleedNo question I would flow off, and try to get the dough allSticking up white boys in ball courtsMy life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweaterTimes is ruff and tuff like leatherFigured out I went the wrong routeSo I got with a sick ass click and went all outCatchin keys from across seasRollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G'sYo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nineCh-chick-POW! Move from the gate now[Chorus: Method Man]Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, MeC.R.E.A.M.Get the moneyDollar, dollar bill y'all[Verse Two: Inspector Deck]It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglinSurvival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrivalI peep at the shape of the streetsAnd stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deepA man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had muchTrying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...The court played me short, now I face incarcerationPacin -- going up state's my destinationHandcuffe d in back of a bus, forty of usLife as a shorty shouldn't be so ruffBut as the world turns I learned life is hellLiving in the world no different from a cellEveryday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin baseSmokin bones in the staircaseThough I don't know why I chose to smoke sessI guess that's the time when I'm not depressedBut I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?Ready to give up so I seek the Old EarthWho explained working hard may help you maintainto learn to overcome the heartaches and painWe got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocksand stray shots, all on the block that stays hotLeave it up to me while I be living proofTo kick the truth to the young black youthBut shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beerAnd ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his earNeglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be acceptedThat what? That life is hectic[Outro:][Choru s -- 4X]Niggas gots to do what they gotta do, to get a billYaknowhatI'msayi n?Cuz we can't just get by no moreWord up, we gotta get over, straight up and down[Chorus -- 3X]Cash Rules Everything Around MeC.R.E.A.M.get the moneyDolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahh hauhhhhll, YEAH Related: movie terror squad wayne weezy jeezy t.i. t.i.p. whatever like carter kanye west love lockdown heartless live your life rihanna rehab soulja boy twilight high school musical runescape cheat glitch hack naruto bleach 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 | |
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| Akon I'm So Paid (LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION!!!)Thu, 08 Jan 2009 08:55:13 -0800 by rssagevideosAKON IM SO PAID.--------------- -------------------- -------------[Chorus ]I get it in til the sun risedoin 90 in a 65windows rolled down screamin outay ay I'm I'm so paidnumber 1 hustler gettin' moneywhy you wanna count my moneyI'm a hustler don't need nann one of y'all seeI'm so paidI see police on the crooked Idoin a 100 on Interstate ninety-fivemy shorty leanin, blastin that do or diepushin that motherfuckin wood cuz we certifiedgot a system that'll beat and knock your wall offgot a pump under my seat, the sawed-offgot a bunch of goons hope they never call offand my snipers sittin on the roof already saw y'allain't too much to put a strain on methats the reason why I have to put the blame on merather have them dolla' bills rain on methan to let them haters come and make a name off methats why[Chorus]I get it in til the sun risedoin 90 in a 65windows rolled down screamin outay ay I'm I'm so paidnumber 1 hustler gettin' moneywhy you wanna count my moneyI'm a hustler don't need nann one of y'all seeI'm so paidI'm the boss it only takes one callfor a driver to hit you up and drop you off thats allguess whatI won't be takin that fallhomie I got cake thats what I'm payin them forhahaain't that funnycuz niggas they want war but ain't got moneycuz I seen them all talk until they start gunninquicker than Usain Boltthe fastest thang runninyeaAkon WeezyBlock Royal holdin down JerseyDevon makin sure we gettin it up frontmy lil brother boo got that vision baby[Chorus]I get it in til the sun risedoin 90 in a 65windows rolled down screamin outay ay I'm I'm so paidnumber 1 hustler gettin' moneywhy you wanna count my moneyI'm a hustler don't need nann one of y'all seeI'm so paid[Lil Wayne]ah hem, big money Weezywhite wife beater with the sig underneath ithow do I feel bitch I feel undefeatedsnap my fingers disappear from the precinctyeaI'm ballin' we ball outball 'til we fall until the ball bounceI send some niggas with guns at y'all houseonly to find out you live in a doll housedamnbut I thought you was tough thoughwe carry choppers on our neckscall it cut throatwe, bury cowards on the setthat they come fromwe, kno magic turnweed smoke to gun smokewe, ball first when we rideyou, in a hearse when you rideey eyI put my shoe down babyand I'm holding down Young Mula babythats why[Chorus]I get it in til the sun risedoin 90 in a 65windows rolled down screamin outay ay I'm I'm so paidnumber 1 hustler gettin' moneywhy you wanna count my moneyI'm a hustler don't need nann one of y'all seeI'm so paid Related: akon best song ever pk ags runescape omfg hats | |
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| N-E Double DollaWed, 07 Jan 2009 20:52:52 -0800 by cyyungmusicPhaness - N-E Double Dolla off of debut mixtapehttp://www.da tpiff.com/Cy_Yung_Br eath_Of_Phresh_Air_V ol_1_1rst_Impres.m29 624.htmloff of debut mixtape....GO DOWNLOAD!!!! Related: dolla double n-e | |
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| Ace Hood - Cash Flow Music VideoWed, 07 Jan 2009 12:00:12 -0800 by beaugarrett5118http://ringtones.off ersshared.com/bring- fun-to-your-phone-wi th-ringtoneszxzLyric s - Lyrics to Cash Flow :(Feat. T-Pain & Rick Ross)We the best def jamI introduce you to aceAce let's get moneyCash flow... (haha)It's too easy nigga (bankroll)We don't count money no moWe weight that shit[Adlibs: Rick Ross]Let's get it...[Verse: Ace Hood]Eh knock knock, bang bangWhere the cash atIf u ain't got it leave you bloody like a tampaxCome up swinging at you thugs aflacThen I fall in the sway back may backSee I'm back for da money like I left datSee I be runnin on the route where da cash go (where da cash go)And any nigga interfering with the cash flow so he can get pumped on like CitgoMake his body bounce bounce like a 64Tall clips chrome lips see the big goldI'm a duffle bag boy like I move coke big crack threw tha music so the flow dopeI keep my money ova bitches til da door closeI need money like a bitch need dick moI'm tryna c it like a muhfuckin castro rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll[Chorus: T-Pain]I'll tell ya one thang don't play about mineI be bangin on your front door with da nineI'm a come see ya (see ya)I'm a come see ya (see ya)I need all my dough not a dolla shortAnd if u don't have it den u gotta goI'm a come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our handsIn da sky let em kno dat we bout thatCash flow... I need it on time I'mTalkin bank roll my money my money my moneyCash flow... I need itOn time I'm talkin bank roll my money my money my money...[Verse: Ace Hood]And where my money young niggaz gotta have thatRubber bands by the grands in a big bagPockets fat like I'm carrying a backpackA couple grand for the louie band napsackUnderstand I'm the man who you can't matchMoneyman minivan full of brown bagsBetter grand anyman never top thatCause money and the gat pop those strapsGetting loot in the top drop right backI ain't playin creep ya avenue and I'll blastBust shots like a new year day blastAnd I ride all day like a buss passGrindin hard ... Related: ace best cash def flow gil green hip hood hop jam music the we | |
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