Wu-Tang Clan — C.R.E.A.M.

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Wu-Tang Clan — C.R.E.A.M.

[Intro: 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 niggas got garbage down the way, word up

Kno’ what I’m saying

Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M.get

Yeah, check this old fly shitout, 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’allCheck this shit

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

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

Staying alive was no jive

Had secondhands, Mom’s bounced on old man

So then we moved to Shaolin land

A young youth, rocking the gold tooth, ‘Lo goose

Only way I begin to G off was drug loot

And let’s start it like this son, rolling with this one and that one

Pulling out Gats for fun

But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend

Started smoking woolies at 16

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 rough and tough like leather

Figured out I went the wrong route

So I got with a sick-ass clique and went all out

Catching keys from across seas

Rolling in MPV’s every week we made forty G’s

Yo nigga respect mine or anger the TEC-9

Ch-chick-POW, move from the gate now

[Hook: Method Man]

Cash rules everything around me:

CREAM, get the money

Dollar, dollar bill y’all

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]

It’s been twenty-two long hard years of still struggling

Survival got me bugging, 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 cream

Which failed; I went to jail at the age of fifteen

A young buck selling drugs and such who never had much

Trying to get a clutch at what I could not touch

The court played me short, now I face incarceration

Pacin’ — going upstate’s my destination

Handcuffed in 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

Every day I escape from Jakes giving chase, selling base

Smoking 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, smoking sess, drinking beer

And ain’t trying to hear what I’m kicking in his ear

Neglected for now but yo, it gots to be accepted

That what, that life is hectic

[Raekwon, outro]

Niggas got to do what they got to do

To get through — know what I’m saying?

Because you can’t just get by no more — word up —

You gotta get over — straight up and down

[Hook: Method Man]

Wu-Tang Clan — C.R.E.A.M.