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C.R.E.A.M
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Intro
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(Raekwon the Chef, Method Man)
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What that nigga want God?
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Word up, look out for the cops [Wu-Tang five finger shit]
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(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby
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Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up
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KnowhatI'msayin?
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(Cash Rules Everything Around Me
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C.R.E.A.M. get...)
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Yeah, check this ol fly shit out
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Word up
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(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
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(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go
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(dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!
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Verse I
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(Raekwon the Chef)
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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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At second hands, moms bounced on old men
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So then we moved to Shaolin land
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A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
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Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
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And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
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And that one, pullin out gats for fun
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But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
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Started smokin woolies at sixteen
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And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
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Making my way on fire escapes
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No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
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The combination made my eyes bleed
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No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
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Sticking up white boys in ball courts
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My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
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Times is ruff and tuff like leather
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Figured out I went the wrong route
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So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
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Catchin keys from across seas
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Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
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Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine
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Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now
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(Method Man)
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Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
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C.R.E.A.M.
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Get the money
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Dollar, dollar bill y'all
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Verse II
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(Inspector Deck)
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It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
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Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
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I peep at the shape of the streets
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And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
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A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
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Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
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A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
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Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not..
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. The court played me short, now I face incarceration
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Pacin -- going up state's my destination
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Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
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Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
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But as the world turns I learned life is hell
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Living in the world no different from a cell
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Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
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Smokin bones in the staircase
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Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
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I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
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But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
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Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
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Who explained working hard may help you maintain
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to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
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We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
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and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
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Leave it up to me while I be living proof
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To kick the truth to the young black youth
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But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
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And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
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Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
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That what? That life is hectic
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Outro
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(Method Man)
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Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
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C.R.E.A.M.
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Get the money
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Dollar, dollar bill y'all
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Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
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C.R.E.A.M.
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Get the money
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Dollar, dollar bill y'all
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Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
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C.R.E.A.M.
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Get the money
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Dollar, dollar bill y'all
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Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
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C.R.E.A.M.
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Get the money
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Dollar, dollar bill y'all
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Niggas gots to do what they gotta do, to get a bill
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YaknowhatI'msayin?
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Cuz we can't just get by no more
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Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and down
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(Method Man)
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Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
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C.R.E.A.M.
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Get the money
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Dollar, dollar bill y'all
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Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
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C.R.E.A.M.
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Get the money
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Dollar, dollar bill y'all
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Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
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C.R.E.A.M.
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Get the money
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Dollar, dollar bill y'all
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Cash Rules Everything Around Me
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C.R.E.A.M.
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get the money
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Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH
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back
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C.R.E.A.M
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| wu-tang clan |
