C.R.E.A.M.
Wu-Tang Clan
Intro: Raekwon The Chef and Method Man What that nigga want God? Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit) (Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives runnin ova here baby Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up Knawhatimean? (Cash Rules Everything Around Me Cash Rules, word up) Yea, 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 (dolla, dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo! Verse 1: Raekwon The Chef I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Stayin' alive was no jive on second hands Moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son, rollin wit 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 16 And running up and gates, and doing hits for high stakes Makin' 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 on ball courts My life got no betta, same damn 'lo sweater Times is rough and tough like leather Figured out I went the wrong route SO I GOT WIT A SICK ASS CLIQUE AND WENT ALL OUT! Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MVP's, every week we made 40 g's Yo nigga respect time, or anger the tech-9 Ch-chick-POW, move from the gate now Chorus: Method Man Cash Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M get the money Dolla, dolla bill y'all Verse 2: Inspectah Deck It's been 22 long, hard years of still strugglin' Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets 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 Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not... The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin -- going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff 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 stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic Chorus -- 3X1993 90s acronyms american beatz best song best song ever Black bop brass CAPTAINDINGELING4SHIZZOH cash cash rules everything around m clams classic classic 90s rap classic hip hop and rap songs classic hip-hop Cream east coast rap favorite rap favorites favourite fundamental Gangsta Rap good shit greatest hits grimey gritty hardcore rap Hi hip hop hip hop classic Hip-Hop hip-hop and rap hiphop Houston Westheimer Club Mix indie legend mans tags Mellow Method Man money more of this please my favorite songs new york New York City NYC old school old skool hip-hop tracks personal favourite piano rap rap-nannini Real hip-hop Rottweiler Rap RZA sapient schlafen schrockstar seen live shaolin stand up songs i like underground hip hop underground rap urban hip hop: artists vitamins faves viva 2 viva zwei viva-zwei wu WU tang set wu-tang Wu-Tang Clan Yev classic
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