Wu-Tang Clan - C.R.E.A.M. lyrics

What that nigga want, God?
Word up, look out for the cops though
(Wu Tang five finger shit, fam) cash rules-
Word up, two for fives over here, baby
Word up, two for fives
Niggas got garbage down the way
Word up, know what I'm sayin'?
Cash rules everything around me, CREAM get-
Yeah, check this old fly shit out, word up
(Cash rules everything around me) Take
You on a natural joint (CREAM get the money)
(Dollar dollar bill, y'all) Here we, here
We go, check this shit, yo

I grew up on the crime side
The New York Times side
Stayin' alive was no jive
Had secondhands, Mom's bounced on old man
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo, rockin' the gold tooth
'Lo goose


Only way I begin the G 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 16
And runnin' up in gates and
Doin' hit's for high stakes
Makin' 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
Stickin' 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
Catchin' keys from 'cross seas
Rollin' in MPV's
Every week we made forty G's
Yo, nigga, respect mine, or here go the TEC-9
Ch chick pow! Move from the gate now

Cash rules everything around me
CREAM, get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
CREAM, get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all

It's been twenty-two long, hard years
I'm 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 cream
Which failed I went to jail
At the age of fifteen
A young buck sellin' drugs and such
Who never had much
Tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not
The court played me short
Now I face incarceration
Pacin', goin' upstate's my destination
Handcuffed in the back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
But as the world turned
I learned life is hell
Livin' in the world no different from a cell
Every day 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 workin' hard may
Help you maintain
To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops
And crack rocks and stray shots
All on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's runnin' wild, smokin' sess
Drinkin' beer and ain't tryna hear what I'm
Kickin' in his ear
Neglected for now, but yo
It gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic

Cash rules everything around me
CREAM, get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
(My niggas gots to do what they gotta do)
CREAM, get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
(To get through, know what I'm sayin'?)
Cash rules everything around me
(Because you can't just get by no more)
CREAM, get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
(Word up, you gotta get over
Straight up and down)
Cash rules everything around me
CREAM, get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all

Yeah, yeah cash rules everything around me
CREAM, get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
CREAM, get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
CREAM, get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
CREAM, get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all-all-all, yeah