C.R.E.A.M. (Cash Rules Everything Around Me) (A Cappella)

C.R.E.A.M.(A Cappella) - Wu Tang Clan
I grew up on a crime side the New York times side
Staying alive was no jive
Had secondhands mom's bounced on old man
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth yo rocking the gold tooth 'Lo goose
Only way I be gettin' the G off was drug loot
And let's start it
Like this son rolling with this one and that one
Pulling out Gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen
Who was a fiend
Started smoking woolas 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 d**n 'Lo sweater
Times is rough and tough like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass clique and went all out
Catching keys from across seas
Rolling in MPV's every week we made forty G's
Yo bro respect mine or here go the TEC 9
Ch chick POW move from the gate now
It's been twenty two long hard years of still struggling
Survival got me bugging but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
Stay awake to the ways of the world
Deep
A man with a dream with plans to make cream
Which failed I went to jail at the age of fifteen
A young buck selling 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 upstate's my destination
Handcuffed in the back of a bus forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
But as the world turned I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Every day I escape from Jakes giving chase selling base
Smoking 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 smoking sess drinking beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kicking in his ear
Neglected for now but yo it gots to be accepted
That what
That life is hectic