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RZA As Bobby Digital In Stereo (1998) C.R.E.A.M
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
I (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 (Method
Man) Cash,
Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get
the money Dollar,
dollar bill y'all Verse
II (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 (Method
Man) Cash,
Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get
the money Dollar,
dollar bill y'all Cash,
Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get
the money Dollar,
dollar bill y'all Cash,
Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get
the money Dollar,
dollar bill y'all Cash,
Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get
the money Dollar,
dollar bill y'all Niggas
gots to do what they gotta do, to get a bill YaknowhatI'msayin? Cuz
we can't just get by no more Word
up, we gotta get over, straight up and down (Method
Man) Cash,
Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get
the money Dollar,
dollar bill y'all Cash,
Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get
the money Dollar,
dollar bill y'all Cash,
Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get
the money Dollar,
dollar bill y'all Cash
Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M. get
the money Dolla
dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH |
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