I Grew Up On Wu-Tang

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side

Staying alive was no jive

Had secondhands, mom's bounced on old man

So then we moved to Shaolin land

A young youth, yo, rocking the gold tooth, 'Lo goose

Only way I be gettin' the G off was drug loot

And let's start it like this son

Rolling with this one and that one

(Red Wallabies) Buzzing with my Killa Beez

Chronic had my eyes chinky like Compton was the Philippines

Junior prom, red suit, Tasha in that limousine

Tryna suck the head off my dick like a guillotine

Came in her mouth, then gave her some Listerine

Put a condom on and let her grind it like a centipede

(Cash rules everything around me)

Before Dre found me, before my city crowned me

Bummy lil nigga, pussy niggas used to clown me

Had to wear my brother's clothes, them shits used to drown me

6 years passed now I'm banging in the county

Niggas that used to talk shit won't even come around me

Reciting Method Man while my celly just sit there

Niggas know I been on the Wu before Ric Flair

Came home through the hood, GX shining

Now these bitches think I'm Lex Diamonds

Nigga I grew up on Wu-Tang

Nigga I grew up on Wu-Tang

(Cash rules everything around me)

(Cash rules everything around me)

I grew up on Wu-Tang, dope had my shoe game Liu Kang

Jordan 12's sick as hell, Michael Jordan flu game

Glass jar, Pyrex, obsessed with the blue flame

Lexus coupe, rubbing on them titties boy, 2 Chainz

Top of the food chain, niggas wanna kill me

'Cause I turned into the plug, I'm where the chronic and the pills be

RZA with the rings, Ol' Dirty with the stainless

Five .38 revolvers, thirty-six chambers

Killah like Ghostface, as the Rollie rotate

Daytons on the S-Class equipped with the floor safe

And we had the stash spots with them red and blue tops

Chronic in the GLAAD lock, the dope spot padlocked

In the living room bagging shit up watching Matlock

Black Glock, crack rock bundled in my black socks

And my mama working late, skinny nigga serving weight

Let the chronic circulate the Purple Tape

I grew up on Wu-Tang

Nigga I grew up on Wu-Tang

(Cash rules everything around me)

(Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all)