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(Cash Rules Everything Around Me


C.R.E.A.M. get...)


Yeah, check this ol fly **** 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 ****, yo!





Verse One: Raekwon the Chef





I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side


Staying alive was no jive


Had second hands, moms bounced on old man


So then we moved to Shaolin land


A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose


Only way, I begin to G' 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 sixteen


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 off


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 tight clique and went all out


Catchin keys from across seas


Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's


Yo brothas respect mine, or anger the tech nine


Ch-POW! Move from the gate now





Chorus (2X): Method Man





Cash Rules Everything Around Me


C.R.E.A.M.


Get the money


Dollar, dollar bill y'all





Verse Two: Inspectah Deck





It's been 22 long hard years and 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 **** 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 touch


The court played me short, now I face incarceration


Pacin', going up state's my destination


Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40 of 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


Everyday 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 for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted


That what? That life is hected








Chorus -- 3X





Cash Rules Everything Around Me


C.R.E.A.M.


get the money


Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH