Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song C.R.E.A.M., artist - Wu-Tang Clan.
Date of issue: 08.11.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
C.R.E.A.M. |
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, C.R.E.A.M. |
get- |
Yeah, check this old fly shit out, word up |
(Cash rules everything around me) Take you on a natural joint |
(C.R.E.A.M. 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' hits 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 |
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 |
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 |
C.R.E.A.M., get the money |
Dollar dollar bill, y'all |
Cash rules everything around me (My niggas gots to do what they gotta do) |
C.R.E.A.M., 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) |
C.R.E.A.M., get the money |
Dollar dollar bill, y'all (Word up, you gotta get over, straight up and down) |
Cash rules everything around me |
C.R.E.A.M., get the money |
Dollar dollar bill, y'all |
Yeah, yeah |
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-all-all, yeah |