Clan Wu-tang Cream Lyrics

Cream Lyrics

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?



 Cuz 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