Intro: Raekwon the ChefMethod Man

What that nigga want God?
Word uplook out for the cops [Wu-Tang five finger shit]
(Cash Rules) Word uptwo for fives over here baby
Word uptwo for fives them niggaz got garbage down the wayword up
KnowhatI msayin?
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeahcheck 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
(dolla dolla bill y all) Check this shityo!

Verse One: Raekwon the Chef

I grew up on the crime sidethe New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second handsmoms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youthyo rockin the gold tooth Lo goose
Only wayI begin to gee off was drug loot
And let s start it like this sonrollin with this one
And that onepullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teenwho was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gatesand doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speedfor cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow offand try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no bettersame damn Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff 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 severy week we made forty G s
Yo nigga respect mineor anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now

Chorus: Method Man

CashRulesEverythingAroundMe
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollardollar bill y all

Verse Two: Inspector Deck

It s been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me bugginbut 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 shortnow I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up state s my destination
Handcuffed in back of a busforty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn t be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chasesellin 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 depressedand 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 kidscorrupt copsand crack rocks
and stray shotsall 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
Neglectedbut nowbut yoit gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic

Outro:

Chorus -- 4X

Niggas gots to do what they gotta doto get a bill
YaknowhatI msayin?
Cuz we can t just get by no more
Word upwe gotta get overstraight up and down

Chorus -- 3X

Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M.
get the money
Dolla dolla bill y aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhllYEAH

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