Cream 2001 DJ Clue (Ft. Ghostface Killah & Raekwon)

[Intro: DJ Clue, (Raekwon)]
Word up!
(Paint a picture...)
New shit! Raekwon! Ghostface!
(Eh-yo, eh-yo, eh-yo..)
C.R..E.A.M.... 2001
(Who you, who you, who you?)
Fat shout – my nigga, RZA!
(Yea.. yea.. yea..)
WHAAAAAAAT?

[Verse 1: Raekwon, (DJ Clue)]
That's right...
My nigga Clueminatti fuckin' wit' the intro, to murder somebody
We cheque-cash niggas wit' four fingers on 'em
Call on 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 is mine
Gasoline jumpers, spiked gloves, nines
Watch plump, waves pushed, one chain faded out
Racin' to Spain, half a million dollars in Boyd
Willie Aames, slap bop top of ya Glocks
Plus black Reeboks, rockin' real nigga shit, call 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
Frozen ornaments, Super Bowl ring on each finger
Gettin' fly, might linger
Those of you ride, so let the lies sprinkle, yo