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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Taylor
J. Taylor
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bongo
Bongo
Producer

Lyrics

I grew up on the crime side
The New York Times side
Staying alive was no job
Had second hands
Moms bounced on old man
So then we moved the Shaolin Land
A young youth, yo, rockin' a gold tooth
'Lo Goose
Only way, I'd be gettin' a G off
Was drug loot
And let's start it like this, son
Rollin' with this one
And that one
Wearing Wallabees
Buzzing with my Killer Bee's
Chronic had my eyes chinky
Like Compton was the Phillipines
Junior prom, red suit
Tasha you in that limousine
Tryna suck the head off my dick like a guillotine
Came in her mouth
Then gave her some listerine
Put a condom on it and let her grind it like a centipede
Cash rules everything around me
Before Dre found me
Before my city crowned me
Bummy lil' ****, pussy **** used to clown me
Had to wear my brother's clothes
Them shits used to drown me
Six years passed, now I'm banging in the county
**** that used to talk shit
Won't even come around me
Recitin' Method Man while my celly just sit there
**** know that I been on the Wu
Before Rick Flair
Came home through the hood
GS shining
Now these bitches think I'm Lex Diamonds
****, I grew up on Wu-Tang
****, I grew up on Wu-Tang
Cash rules everything around me
Cash rules everything around me
I grew up on Wu-Tang
Dope had my shoe game Liu Kang
Jordan 12's, sick as hell
Michael Jordan flu game
Glass jar, Pyrex, obsessed with the blue flame
Lexus coupe, rubbin' on them titties, boy, 2 Chainz
Top of the food chain
**** wanna kill me 'cause I turned into the plug
I'm where the chronic and pills be
Rizill with the rings, Ol' Dirty with the stains
Five .38 revolvers, thirty-six chambers
Killah like Ghostface, as the roadies rotate
Dayton's on the S Class, equipped with a floor safe
And we had the stash spots, with them red and blue tops
Chronic in the Gladd lock, the dope spot, padlocked
In the living room, bagging shit up, watching Matlock
Black Glock, crack rock, bundled in my black socks
And my momma working late, skinny **** serve and wait
Let the chronic circulate to Purple t=Tape
I grew up on Wu-Tang
****, I grew up on Wu-Tang
Cash rules everything around me
Cash rules everything around me
Green, get the money, dolla, dolla bills, y'all
Written by: Bernard Benton Stanley, Cash Jones, Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, David Porter, Dennis Coles, GRICE GARY E, Isaac Hayes, J. Taylor, Jason S. Hunter, Lamont Jody Hawkins, Robert Diggs, Russell T. Jones, Uforo Ebong
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