Wu-tang Clan - C.r.e.a.m. Lyrics
Intro: raekwon the chef, method manWhat that nigga want god?Word up, look out for the cops [wu-tang five finger shit](cash rules) word up, two for fives over here babyWord up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word upKnowhati'msayin?(cash rules everything around meC.r.e.a.m. get...)Yeah, check this ol fly shit outWord 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 one: raekwon the chefI grew up on the crime side, the new york times sideStaying alive was no jiveAt second hands, moms bounced on old menSo then we moved to shaolin landA young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'lo gooseOnly way, i begin to gee off was drug lootAnd let's start it like this son, rollin with this oneAnd that one, pullin out gats for funBut it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiendStarted smokin woolies at sixteenAnd running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakesMaking my way on fire escapesNo question i would speed, for cracks and weedThe combination made my eyes bleedNo question i would flow off, and try to get the dough allSticking up white boys in ball courtsMy life got no better, same damn 'lo sweaterTimes is ruff and tuff like leatherFigured out i went the wrong routeSo i got with a sick ass click and went all outCatchin keys from across seasRollin in mpv's, every week we made forty g'sYo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nineCh-chick-pow! move from the gate nowChorus: method manCash, rules, everything, around, meC.r.e.a.m.Get the moneyDollar, dollar bill y'allVerse two: inspector deckIt's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglinSurvival got me buggin, but i'm alive on arrivalI peep at the shape of the streetsAnd stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deepA man with a dream with plans to make c.r.e.a.m.Which failed; i went to jail at the age of 15A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had muchTrying to get a clutch at what i could not... could not...The court played me short, now i face incarcerationPacin -- going up state's my destinationHandcuffed in back of a bus, forty of usLife as a shorty shouldn't be so ruffBut as the world turns i learned life is hellLiving in the world no different from a cellEveryday i escape from jakes givin chase, sellin baseSmokin bones in the staircaseThough i don't know why i chose to smoke sessI guess that's the time when i'm not depressedBut i'm still depressed, and i ask what's it worth?Ready to give up so i seek the old earthWho explained working hard may help you maintainTo learn to overcome the heartaches and painWe got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocksAnd stray shots, all on the block that stays hotLeave it up to me while i be living proofTo kick the truth to the young black youthBut shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beerAnd ain't trying to hear what i'm kickin in his earNeglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be acceptedThat what? that life is hecticOutro:Chorus -- 4xNiggas gots to do what they gotta do, to get a billYaknowhati'msayin?Cuz we can't just get by no moreWord up, we gotta get over, straight up and downChorus -- 3xCash rules everything around meC.r.e.a.m.Get the moneyDolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, yeah
