C.R.E.A.M. (feat. Method Man, Raekwon, Inspectah Deck & Buddha Monk)

What that nigga want, God?

Word up, look out for the cops (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 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

(Dollar, dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo

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 16

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 rough and tough 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! Wu 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 22 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, 40of us

Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough

But as the world turns, I learned life is hell

Living 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 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

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 (word up)

Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (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

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