#WU TANG CLAN CREAM LYRICS CRACK#

Method Man, Raekwon, and Inspectah Deck share their stories of survival growing up in the slums and running drugs on the streets, 'livin' in the world no different from a cell,' in the hope to 'kick the truth to the young black youth.' 'C.R.E.A.M.,' an acronym for Cash Rules Everything Around Me, is the third single from the hip-hop group's debut album.Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind Writer/s: JONES, JASPA / BLANK, PIET / KAUFHOLD, ANDREAS Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted To kick the truth to the young black youthД«ut shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beerДЄnd ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear

Leave it up to me while I be living proof

#WU TANG CLAN CREAM LYRICS CRACK#

We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocksДЄnd stray shots, all on the block that stays hot To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain Who explained working hard may help you maintain I guess that's the time when I'm not depressedД«ut I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth? Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess Living in the world no different from a cellД®veryday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base The court played me short, now I face incarcerationД«ut as the world turns I learned life is hell Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not, Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15ДЄ young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrivalДЄnd stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deepДЄ man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M. It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's So I got with a sick ass click and went all out My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all No question I would speed, for cracks and weed Only way, I begin to gee off was drug lootДЄnd let's start it like this son, rollin' with this oneД«ut it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiendДЄnd running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times sideДЄ young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose (Dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo! (Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint Word up, two for fives them niggas got garbage down the way, word up (Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)

Wu tang clan cream lyrics