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Life Or C.R.E.A.M.

your gold chain blew me away

you wore your ball cap to the side

you rolled up oh so discreet

and lured me up into your ride

wouldn’t look directly at me 

but I knew you were mesmerized

just by the way you placed a twenty

seductively on my thighs

your goatee drove me insane

your pinky ring shined in the night22on your dash board the virgin mary

telling me what’s wrong and right

B.I.G. blasting real loud 

and all I heard past every ryhme

you telling me you’re a newbie

and you wanna feel what it’s like

and someday I hope we’ll be much more

just meet me right here every night

and someway I’ll give this up for sure

if not for you no need for life or c.r.e.a.m.

you no need for life

on day three you’re right on time 

and ya let go some of your pride

as we got high you drove on by

your old hood the low east side

you pull up to the corner store

and sell a two pound to your tribe

since ten years old you’re a hustler

I can tell looking in your eyes

no cocaine no drug of mine

can emulate when you’re around

I won’t give up I’m right on top

the number one pusher in this town

by now you crave what I can serve 

there’s no turning back there now

if your wife and child could see you now

more sweet when dipped in foul

and someday I hope we’ll be much more

just meet me right here every night

and someway I’ll give this up for sure

if not for you no need for life or c.r.e.a.m.

you no need for life

(Ill Bill)

I sell drugs you sell sex

a business man and a business woman 

doing what we gotta go for the rent

for the c.r.e.a.m. the american dream

Clinton wanted blow jobs

and George W was a fiend

I drive a black Benz with rims the size of the sun

diamonds on my neck sparkle in the eyes of my son

fuck feeling guilty

if drug dealing filthy then I’ll grind

till I’m rich enough to walk into a realty

with a down payment for a ticket out the projects

one more strike and imma spend my life a convict

stressed out baby you relax me like heroin

case right here after that shootout in Maryland

shoulda went home word I shoulda drove right past

can’t lie though I respect your gangsta

I’m a hoe too

hoe for cars hoe for bread hoe for guns and ice i’m a hoe for head

cash rules everything around me 

cash rules everything around me

c.r.e.a.m.