Testi:
Cream Cracker Project

best to Run 4 Cover And throw ya bulletproof helmets on ya head Enough said.. [Infrared] I spit warfare, real shit niggaz like to hear Infrared from Ruthless, nigga, crack

toast 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

bust [Verse One: Half-A-Mil] You acquired the knowledge, my brainwaves cause riots in college Science scholar in this world of violence and dollars Firm rappin god from the projects

war, then we sendin' back bodies and gats Flip the white flag, homey it get worst than Iraq We know the CIA game was to frame us wit crack So each bar

again) {yeah, you know what it is} (You know what it do, '09 style this time) {It's time to go in now, ya'll} (For real, making CREAM again, nigga...

it for them niggaz that's locked in State Green Hand-to-hand niggaz that's out to make CREAM Thugged out bitches not scared to serve fiends It's the project

royal posture, by the way where's my oscar Crack your legs like a lobster, break your arms Beat you to death, snap your neck Crack your chest, lay you

cha' face with my razor Tryin' hoo-rake mine, how the fuck I'ma shine Corny rappers leave the mic alone Cool Chuck style, stay cream like the cream on

Yo Black is flashy like Alpo gun happy like Pappy Sneaky muthafucka remind me of nigga that crack me He aint the type you shoot dice with and win dog