Wu-Tang Clan
Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)
C.R.E.A.M.
[Raekwon (Method Man)]
What that nigga want God?
Word up, look out for the cops
(Cash rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby
Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up
Know what I'm sayin?
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, check this ol' fly shit out
Word up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go
(dollar dollar bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!
[Raekwon]
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Stayin alive was no jive
Had second hands, moms bounced on old man
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, lo goose
Only way I be gettin the G off was drug loots
And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at sixteen
And runnin up in gates, and doin hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question, I would speed for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question, I would flow off and try to get the dough all
Stickin up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn lo sweater
Times is rough and tough like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick-ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from four seeds
Rollin in MPVs, every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or here go the tech-9
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now
[Method Man]
Chorus:
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
[Inspectah Deck]
It's been 22 long hard years - I'm still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the street
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed, I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck, sellin drugs and such, who never had much
Tryin to get a clutch of what I could not... (could not...)
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin - goin upstate's my destination
Handcuffed in the back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase
Sellin base, smokin bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed and I ask what's it worth
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be livin proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's runnin wild, smokin sess, drinkin beer
And ain't tryin to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected for now but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic
Chorus (4x)
Niggas gots to do what they got to do to get a bill
Ya know what I'm sayin?
Cause we can't just get by no more
Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and down
Chorus (4x)
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