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Method Man
Method Man
Vocals
Prince Rakeem
Prince Rakeem
Programming
Raekwon
Raekwon
Vocals
Inspectah Deck
Inspectah Deck
Vocals
Buddha Monk
Buddha Monk
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Songwriter
David Porter
David Porter
Songwriter
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
Gary Grice
Gary Grice
Songwriter
Isaac Hayes
Isaac Hayes
Songwriter
Jason Hunter
Jason Hunter
Songwriter
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Russell Jones
Russell Jones
Songwriter
RZA
RZA
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
RZA
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Ethan Ryman
Ethan Ryman
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Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
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Lyrics

What that nigga want, God? Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five-finger shit, fam) Cash rules- Word up, two for fives over here, baby Word up, two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way Word up, know what I'm sayin'? (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 (Dollar, dollar 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 And let's 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 16 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 damn 'Lo sweater Times is rough and tough 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's, every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine Ch-chick-pow! Wu from the gate now Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money Dollar, dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money Dollar, dollar bill, y'all It's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin' Survival got me buggin', but 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 short, now I face incarceration Pacin' going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough But as the world turns, I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Every day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' 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 depressed, and 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 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 shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money Dollar, dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me (my niggas gots to do what they gotta do) C.R.E.A.M. get the money Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (to get through, know what I'm sayin'?) Cash rules everything around me (because you can't just get by no more) C.R.E.A.M. get the money (word up) Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (you gotta get over, straight up and down) Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money Dollar, dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money Dollar, dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money Dollar, dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money Dollar, dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money Dollar, dollar bill, y'all-all-all, yeah
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Clifford Smith, Russell T. Jones, Dennis David Coles, Corey Woods, Isaac Hayes, Lamont Hawkins, David Porter, Jason S. Hunter, Gary E. Grice Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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