| I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
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| Staying alive was no jive
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| Had secondhands, Mom’s bounced on old man
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| So then we moved to Shaolin land
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| A young youth, yo, rocking the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
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| Only way I be gettin' the G off was drug loot
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| And let’s start it like this son
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| Rolling with this one and that one
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| (Bongo by the way)
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| (Red Wallabies) Buzzin' with my Killa Beez
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| Chronic had my eyes chinky like Compton was the Philippines
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| Junior prom, red suit, Tasha in that limousine
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| Tryna suck the head off my dick like a guillotine
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| Came in her mouth, then gave her some Listerine
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| Put a condom on and let her grind it like a centipede
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| (Cash rules everything around me)
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| Before Dre found me, before my city crowned me
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| Bummy lil nigga, pussy niggas used to clown me
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| Had to wear my brother’s clothes, them shits used to drown me
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| 6 years passed, now I’m banging in the county
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| Niggas that used to talk shit, won’t even come around me
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| Reciting Method Man while my celly just sit there
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| Niggas know I been on the Wu before Ric Flair
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| Came home through the hood, GX shinin'
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| Now these bitches think I’m Lex Diamonds
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| Nigga I grew up on Wu-Tang
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| Nigga I grew up on Wu-Tang
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| (Cash rules everything around me)
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| (Cash rules everything around me)
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| I grew up on Wu-Tang, dope had my shoe game Liu Kang
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| Jordan 12's sick as hell, Michael Jordan flu game
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| Glass jar, Pyrex, obsessed with the blue flame
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| Lexus coupe, rubbin' on them titties boy, 2 Chainz
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| Top of the food chain, niggas wanna kill me
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| 'Cause I turned into the plug, I’m where the chronic and the pills be
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| RZA with the rings, Ol' Dirty with the stainless
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| Five .38 revolvers, thirty-six chambers
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| Killah like Ghostface, as the Rollie rotate
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| Daytons on the S-Class equipped with the floor safe
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| And we had the stash spots with them red and blue tops
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| Chronic in the GLAAD lock, the dope spot padlocked
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| In the living room baggin' shit up, watchin' Matlock
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| Black Glock, crack rock bundled in my black socks
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| And my mama workin' late, skinny nigga servin' weight
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| Let the chronic circulate the Purple Tape
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| I grew up on Wu-Tang
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| Nigga I grew up on Wu-Tang
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| (Cash rules everything around me)
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| (Cash rules everything around me)
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| (C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dollar, dollar bill y’all) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Grew up on Wu-Tang, artist - The Game. Album song 1992, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп