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lirik lagu soundtrack - wu tang clan - c. r. e. a. m. /cream

[intro: raekwon the chef, method man]

what that n-gg- want god?
word up, look out for the cops (wu-tang five finger sh-t)
(cash rules) word up, two for fives over here baby
word up, two for fives them n-gg-z got garbage down the way, word up
knowhatimsayin?
(cash rules everything around me
c.r.e.a.m. get…)
yeah, check this ol fly sh-t 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
(dolla dolla bill yall) check this sh-t, yo!

[verse one: raekwon the chef]

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 lets 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 sixteen
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 d-mn lo sweater
times is ruff and tuff like leather
figured out i went the wrong route
so i got with a sick -ss click and went all out
catchin keys from across seas
rollin in mpvs, every week we made forty gs
yo n-gg- respect mine, or anger the tech nine
ch-chick-pow! move from the gate now

[chorus: method man]

cash, rules, everything, around, me
c.r.e.a.m.
get the money
dollar, dollar bill yall

[verse two: inspector deck]

its been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
survival got me buggin, but im alive on arrival
i peep at the shape of the streets
and stay awake to the ways of the world cause sh-t 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 states my destination
handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
life as a shorty shouldnt be so ruff
but as the world turns i learned life is h-ll
living in the world no different from a cell
everyday i escape from jakes givin chase, sellin base
smokin bones in the staircase
though i dont know why i chose to smoke sess
i guess thats the time when im not depressed
but im still depressed, and i ask whats 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 shortys running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
and aint trying to hear what im kickin in his ear
neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
that what? that life is hectic

[outro:]

[chorus — 4x]

n-gg-s gots to do what they gotta do, to get a bill
yaknowhatimsayin?
cuz we cant just get by no more
word up, we gotta get over, straight up and down

[chorus — 3x]

cash rules everything around me
c.r.e.a.m.
get the money
dolla dolla bill yaauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, yeah

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