C.R.E.A.M. (Explicit) - Wu-Tang Clan/Method Man/Raekwon/Inspectah Deck/Buddha Monk

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 ** 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 w**d

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 ruff and tuff like leather

Figured out I went the wrong route

So I got with a sick a** click and went all out

Catchin keys from across seas

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

Yo ni**a respect mine or anger the tech nine

Ch-chick-POW Move from the gate now

It's been twenty-two 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 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' *** and

Such who never had much

Trying to get a clutch at what

I could not

The court played me short

Now I face incarceration

Pacin going up state's my destination

Handcuffed in back of a bus forty of us

Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff

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 but now but yo it gots to be accepted

That what That life is hectic

Niggas gots to do what they gotta do to get a bill

You know sayin'

'Cuz we can't just get by no more

Word up we gotta get over straight up and down