Polite - C.R.E.A.M. '04 lyrics

[Chorus 2.5X: Donnie Cash (all)] (CREAM!) What I came for (CREAM!) What I bang for (CREAM!) Same thing that I claim House Gang for (CREAM!) What I ride for (CREAM!) What I die for (CREAM!) Same thing that I'll catch a homicide for [Donnie Cash] D.C.'s a veteran man You could tell from the way I'm makin' saless, I'm the medicine man Double ups, 12 12's or I'm sellin' them grams That stuffed up like shells, till I'm building a cantalin Everyday I move an ounce, and it's nothin' for D.C To open up your face like a new account Pack 'em up and move 'em out, that's how the game go They strappin' up and shootin' out, for blocks like our names on 'em Glocks with them thangs on it, make it easy to spray you And lay you in a box with your name on it Cops could obtain warrants, but they ain't hurtin' the kid By searchin' the crib, my pops had the same honor [Chorus .5X] [Carlton Fisk] House Gang A.W.O.L., don't play at all Have you on a rest in peace mural, frame and all Many, combinations and safes, lost Denomination's a cake, you found the right one Bet it's this way, ain't nothin' stoppin' us, the music we make Reality based, Animette, baggin' the base Baby powder stuff a p**y, make her travel the state f** up my cake, make her throw the mac in your face And that'll probably be a wrap to the case So don't move, and don't try to even get the cops involved So many shots, make you wonder how a Glock revolve Black car hard, ski-masks and gloves for jobs And for CREAM sweep the streets, and it's d**h for ya'll Yeah, House Gang, haha [Chorus .5X] [Polite] Yo, it's cash and murder, coincide like masks and burners If it ain't about CREAM, it don't concern us, n***a Learn from old heads, the whole bread follow a certain rule Standin' on the corner, cherpin' urban blues Swim with it, dodgin' D's, rockin' workin' shoes You know the rules, you don't know 'em, then don't serve them dudes Work the graveyard, I play hard you, punk mothaf**as Gat tucked, with the cracks in our Chuckers Fiends got Nextels, so pigs can't touch us Dope fiends love us, it's the hood mothaf**as Ice Water Inc., and the House Gang collabo Bang at you a**holes, your lungs out the la**o's?, f*ggot [Chorus] [Inspectah Deck] Most of ya'll be talkin' a lot, how you war with the Glock You oughta stop, can't walk on your block Undadogz ball hoggin' the rock, while you be talkin' to cops Be gettin' our gross pay, off the top In my House Gang 'bout thang, we count change, pound lanes Think you hotter, I'll abdoust your flame If it's aimed at your doggy, I'll shout your name You could bring it, but I doubt you'll hang, bang, bang The bigger the funds, the bigger the guns, it's poppin' Where n***as is from, the sicker the slums, it's got in And under your nose, the youngest of fows is plottin' We bubblin' O's, the government knows, they watchin' The gladiator, call me General Max, I'm on dough, like a federal tax Hundred grand for the beacon, U.D.'s had the festival packed Touch mine in the metal'll clap, don't ever relax Move through a several caps, nice frames Iced out chains, House Gang tapped on the back Tight game, fly dames, son's baggin' up cracks Why change when we have it like that, huh? Why change when we have it like that?