C.R.E.A.M.

What that nigga want God?
Word up, look out for the cops
(Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two
for fives over here baby
Word up, two for fives
them niggaz got garbage
down the way, word up
KnowhatI'msayin?
(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
(dolla dolla 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
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