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    (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!

    [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
    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 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 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
    get the money
    Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH

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