Verse 1
(WeezsimS)

Yor


Excuse me, why you acting like you know me
I kept on working hard while you clubbing



Be waiting summertime, guess I drop it
Now i’m heading for the paper
Guess you heard that I was coming wow

Now the fans call me, but you know what’s coming
I decide my faith, beside the sneaks, I design all me


Wanna be the bigger fish, I don’t think you fit
Cause all you faggots sounding all the same
Like some bunch of copies

Have seen it all, like a Demi God


They say its lonely at the top, so I took the bus

Don’t bother looking far, you can take your shots
Cause when i’m ready, we gon hit them hard
Then we drop them off, recognizing all the risk


I mean it, when I say i’m gon get it, never late
Swear this time its gon pay, breaking all the F*** bridges

Made it back in time, so this how’s gone be
N***a ain’t playing no games, ain’t switching no lanes
Better bring it coming, so they talking about my coming
Man I think that, thing is dummy
Ain’t calling no names but i’m sending shots to all you faggots
Keep my name outta mouth, why you N***as won’t change
But i’m in a state, so I need embrace
A lot of copy in the game, so I need to change
You think you smart, you was wrong
Cause you was the bait
Charge a milli for each verse i’m in
Cause I’m running late
Verse 2
(Majestic Dre)

Now I'm running late
But we gonna run it up
CREAM gang over errything you know whats up
MJ WeezJe$tic huh cream gang shit
Bad shit ain't no lame shit
When we pull up we gonna tax ya
If we need it we gonna take it
You already know we don't speak the same language
Fuck them haters just like corners we bending them
Cause I'm white and I'm rapping I gotta sound like I'm Eminem?
All that hubbadabubbada using all them big words
Don’t know the meaning you hoping nobody ever ask for it
You a clone you should take your ass back to the blackboard
Play with me I will smoke you like blunts or a Newport
Cause I'm riding in something that you could never afford
And the bitch to my left is something you never could score
It's no cap just straight facts, I don’t throw catch
You play with me you get slapped
I just throw shots you lil boys could play catch
You could catch up get up on my level I been that
Thinking that it's sweet motherfucker where Lind at
If you play with me you gonna end up like big sad
Me and Weezy got the sauce just like a Big Mac
And all you lil rappers ain't fucking with us its
CREAM Gang