Wu-tang Clan- "c.r.e.a.m." Lyrics - Wrestling

Intro: Raekwon the Chef, 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 over here baby 

Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up 

KnowhatI'msayin? 

(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 

(dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo! 

Verse One: Raekwon the Chef 

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side 

Staying alive was no jive 

At 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 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 running up in gates, and doing 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 

Sticking up white boys in ball courts 

My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater 

Times is ruff and tuff like leather 

Figured out I went the wrong route 

So I got with a sick ass click and went all out 

Catchin keys from across seas 

Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's 

Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine 

Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now 

Chorus: Method Man 

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me 

C.R.E.A.M. 

Get the money 

Dollar, dollar bill y'all 

Verse Two: Inspector Deck 

It's been twenty-two 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 

Outro: 

Chorus -- 4X 

Niggas gots to do what they gotta do, to get a bill 

YaknowhatI'msayin? 

'cause we can't just get by no more 

Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and down 

Chorus -- 3X 

Cash Rules Everything Around Me 

C.R.E.A.M. 

get the money 

Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH