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Cream Cracker Project

by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep often Take over your party, slamdance witcha hood Took your ladies back to the projects

, King of Louisiana i done been the truth. if you dont know better ask somebody. i am the show at the after party. im stackin dough aint gotta sell crack

-talkin' Like ghostface this, ghostface that Ghost sold crack, now his revelations spoken thru rap Valored down like the sheik of Iran Gasoline cream

14 years old, cutting mad classes Puffing on a bone, breaking car glasses Nothing but dreams of cream on my mind Shook motherfuckers on the block droppin' dime Everybody knew Joey Crack

That morning, he would wake up and be gone What the insect had a ambulance? As a little boy eatin' ice cream in the cold project apartment I used to

if I start wildin', flippin' on niggas walkin' around Wit' da nice gold medallions But she didn't violate me, so I escaped, see Back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more cream

the project, who got it live Rocking convertibles, drop tops and mad high? Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team Who's organize, all eyeballs is on cream

While World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and upstate Cousin

one but then I miscount Mispronounced, how do LL bounce And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into mush Ya slippin', I'm grippin' microphones real tight Then I crack