written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Kaos Theory
© 1998 House of Abdul
Chorus:x2
Everybody want it but every can't have it
It's amazing what people will do just to grab it
For that cream alot of teams will start clapping
Why do we need cash cause alot of stuff happens.
Verse1:
How far will you go to touch that cream
Would you kill another man just to clutch your dream
Or get a little closer acting like you ain't supposed to
Packing a black mac wetting backs with your toaster
Rushing spots or even bussing on cops in the open
To me it seems the cream got you choking
It got you scoping pulling jooks on crooks
Cause poverty got you shook and you ain't trying to look
You ain't trying to be took into the underclass community
You used to be all about the peace love and unity
Now you and me both know but you chose to go
While I grow you going low to get your hands on that dough
You chose the road of the bold cause this world is cold
Reigning terror on the globe just to fill your billfold
It got a hold on you something tight it ain't right
Thought you beat the schemes but it's cream blinding your sight.
Chorus:x2
Verse2:
Deep in the hole no hope of returning
Outside cold-hearted persona inside you burning
Now you learning just how hard life is
Left the biz spend more time with your wife and kids
Now you living in that same hell hole you built
Poverty stricken god forbidden drugs and filth
Feeling guilt for all the sinful things you done
Saying no to drugs ain't easy when you selling it son
The war ain't done you still trying to get that cream
Forfill your dream promised that this was your last fast scheme
All you had to do was sell some rocks for doc
Tip the cops get away with ten gee's off top
Point the spot where they got all the guns and stash
Informing cops pay at least 20 gee's in cash
Gotta flash in your mind that you gonna live bigger
Get away scot free with ten digit figures how you figure...Nigga.
Chorus:x2
Verse3:
How in the world you think this plan gon work
You thought you'd flee with the money and nobody get hurt
Stupidness and negativity don't mix
That's like trying to breed a lion with columbian pits
If it fit's wear the shoe that's the motto you spoke
Got to the spot but you see doc moved the coke
Almost choked then you quickly broke back to your crib
Found a note that said we holding your wife and your kids
Eyelids feeling heavy hope you make it in time
Thinking in your head I hope he trade they life for mine
Pulled up to his crib and jumped out of your ride
His bodyguards said doc waiting for you inside
Could've died on the spot your fam already been shot
He smoking pot with a glock pointed right to your knot
You forgot that greed speed demise on lives
How far will you go? far enough to die.
Chorus:x2
Everybody want it but every can't have it
It's amazing what people will do just to grab it
For that cream alot of teams will start clapping
Why do we need cash cause alot of stuff happens.
Verse1:
How far will you go to touch that cream
Would you kill another man just to clutch your dream
Or get a little closer acting like you ain't supposed to
Packing a black mac wetting backs with your toaster
Rushing spots or even bussing on cops in the open
To me it seems the cream got you choking
It got you scoping pulling jooks on crooks
Cause poverty got you shook and you ain't trying to look
You ain't trying to be took into the underclass community
You used to be all about the peace love and unity
Now you and me both know but you chose to go
While I grow you going low to get your hands on that dough
You chose the road of the bold cause this world is cold
Reigning terror on the globe just to fill your billfold
It got a hold on you something tight it ain't right
Thought you beat the schemes but it's cream blinding your sight.
Chorus:x2
Verse2:
Deep in the hole no hope of returning
Outside cold-hearted persona inside you burning
Now you learning just how hard life is
Left the biz spend more time with your wife and kids
Now you living in that same hell hole you built
Poverty stricken god forbidden drugs and filth
Feeling guilt for all the sinful things you done
Saying no to drugs ain't easy when you selling it son
The war ain't done you still trying to get that cream
Forfill your dream promised that this was your last fast scheme
All you had to do was sell some rocks for doc
Tip the cops get away with ten gee's off top
Point the spot where they got all the guns and stash
Informing cops pay at least 20 gee's in cash
Gotta flash in your mind that you gonna live bigger
Get away scot free with ten digit figures how you figure...Nigga.
Chorus:x2
Verse3:
How in the world you think this plan gon work
You thought you'd flee with the money and nobody get hurt
Stupidness and negativity don't mix
That's like trying to breed a lion with columbian pits
If it fit's wear the shoe that's the motto you spoke
Got to the spot but you see doc moved the coke
Almost choked then you quickly broke back to your crib
Found a note that said we holding your wife and your kids
Eyelids feeling heavy hope you make it in time
Thinking in your head I hope he trade they life for mine
Pulled up to his crib and jumped out of your ride
His bodyguards said doc waiting for you inside
Could've died on the spot your fam already been shot
He smoking pot with a glock pointed right to your knot
You forgot that greed speed demise on lives
How far will you go? far enough to die.
Chorus:x2
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