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Wu from the gate now\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nIt's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin\nSurvival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival\nI peep at the shape of the streets\nAnd stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep\nA man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\nWhich failed I went to jail at the age of 15\nA young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\nTrying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\nThe court played me short, now I face incarceration\nPacin' going up state's my destination\nHandcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us\nLife as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff\nBut as the world turns I learned life is hell\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\n\nEveryday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\nSmokin' bones in the staircase\nThough I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\nI guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\nBut I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\nReady to give up so I seek the Old Earth\nWho explained working hard may help you maintain\nTo learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n\nWe got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\nAnd stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\nLeave it up to me while I be living proof\nTo kick the truth to the young black youth\nBut shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer\nAnd ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear\nNeglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\nThat what? That life is hectic\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\nOhh\nYeahh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.06] What that nigga want, god?\n[00:02.42] Word up, look out for the cops\n[00:04.87] Cash rules\n[00:05.62] Word up\n[00:06.56] Two for fives over here baby\n[00:08.50] Word up\n[00:09.17] Two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way\n[00:11.33] Word up\n[00:13.16] Cash rules everything around me\n[00:15.16] C.R.E.A.M. get\n[00:16.01] Yeah\n[00:17.40] Check this ol' fly shit out\n[00:19.83] Word up\n[00:21.22] Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n[00:23.47] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[00:24.82] Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n[00:26.63] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\n[00:30.14] Staying alive was no jive\n[00:31.83] At second hands, moms bounced on old men\n[00:34.80] So then we moved to Shaolin land\n[00:36.99] A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\n[00:39.89] Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot\n[00:43.26] And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one\n[00:46.06] And that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n[00:48.43] But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend\n[00:51.44] Started smokin' woolies at sixteen\n[00:53.54] And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes\n[00:57.02] Making my way on fire escapes\n[00:59.07] No question I would speed, for cracks and weed\n[01:02.08] The combination made my eyes bleed\n[01:04.40] No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all\n[01:07.44] Sticking up white boys in ball courts\n[01:09.60] My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\n[01:12.67] Times is ruff and tuff like leather\n[01:14.96] Figured out I went the wrong route\n[01:16.67] So I got with a sick ass click and went all out\n[01:20.08] Catchin' keys from across seas\n[01:21.63] Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's\n[01:25.70] Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine\n[01:28.63] Ch-chick-POW! Wu from the gate now\n[01:30.70] Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n[01:32.42] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[01:33.73] Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n[01:35.74] Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n[01:38.14] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[01:39.21] Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n[01:40.76] It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin\n[01:43.78] Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival\n[01:47.06] I peep at the shape of the streets\n[01:48.99] And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep\n[01:51.77] A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n[01:54.45] Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15\n[01:57.08] A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n[01:59.84] Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n[02:02.42] The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n[02:05.02] Pacin' going up state's my destination\n[02:07.98] Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us\n[02:10.38] Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff\n[02:13.04] But as the world turns I learned life is hell\n[02:15.96] Living in the world no different from a cell\n[02:18.66] Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n[02:21.84] Smokin' bones in the staircase\n[02:23.70] Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n[02:26.46] I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n[02:28.81] But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n[02:31.77] Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth\n[02:34.23] Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n[02:37.08] To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n[02:39.21] We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n[02:42.44] And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n[02:45.12] Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n[02:47.61] To kick the truth to the young black youth\n[02:50.26] But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer\n[02:53.16] And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear\n[02:55.75] Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n[02:58.91] That what? 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Wu from the gate now\n\n  Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin\n  Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival\n  I peep at the shape of the streets\n  And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep\n  A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n  Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15\n  A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n  Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\n  The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n  Pacin' going up state's my destination\n  Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us\n  Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff\n  But as the world turns I learned life is hell\n  Living in the world no different from a cell\n\n  Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n  Smokin' bones in the staircase\n  Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n  I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n  But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n  Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth\n  Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n  To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n\n  We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n  And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n  Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n  To kick the truth to the young black youth\n  But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer\n  And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear\n  Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n  That what? 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Wu from the gate now\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nIt's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin\nSurvival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival\nI peep at the shape of the streets\nAnd stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep\nA man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\nWhich failed I went to jail at the age of 15\nA young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\nTrying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\nThe court played me short, now I face incarceration\nPacin' going up state's my destination\nHandcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us\nLife as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff\nBut as the world turns I learned life is hell\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\n\nEveryday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\nSmokin' bones in the staircase\nThough I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\nI guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\nBut I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\nReady to give up so I seek the Old Earth\nWho explained working hard may help you maintain\nTo learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n\nWe got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\nAnd stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\nLeave it up to me while I be living proof\nTo kick the truth to the young black youth\nBut shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer\nAnd ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear\nNeglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\nThat what? 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Wu from the gate now\n\n  Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin\n  Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival\n  I peep at the shape of the streets\n  And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep\n  A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n  Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15\n  A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n  Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\n  The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n  Pacin' going up state's my destination\n  Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us\n  Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff\n  But as the world turns I learned life is hell\n  Living in the world no different from a cell\n\n  Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n  Smokin' bones in the staircase\n  Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n  I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n  But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n  Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth\n  Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n  To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n\n  We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n  And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n  Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n  To kick the truth to the young black youth\n  But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer\n  And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear\n  Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n  That what? That life is hectic\n\n  Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n  Ohh\n  Yeahh\n"},{"id":3318883,"name":"C.R.E.A.M.","trackName":"C.R.E.A.M.","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"C.R.E.A.M.","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What that nigga want, God?\nWord up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five-finger shit, fam)\nCash rules-\nWord up, two for fives over here, baby\nWord up, two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way\nWord up, know what I'm sayin'? (Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get-)\nYeah, check this ol' fly shit out, word up\n(Cash rules everything around me) take you on a natural joint\n(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) here we, here we go\n(Dollar, dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo\n\nI grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\nStaying alive was no jive\nAt second hands, moms bounced on old men\nSo then we moved to Shaolin land\nA young youth, yo' rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\nOnly way, I begin to gee off was drug loot\nAnd let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one\nAnd that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n\nBut it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend\nStarted smokin' woolies at 16\nAnd running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes\nMaking my way on fire escapes\nNo question, I would speed, for cracks and weed\nThe combination made my eyes bleed\nNo question, I would flow off, and try to get the dough all\nSticking up white boys in ball courts\n\nMy life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\nTimes is rough and tough like leather\nFigured out I went the wrong route\nSo I got with a sick ass click and went all out\nCatchin' keys from across seas\nRollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's\nYo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine\nCh-chick-pow! Wu from the gate now\n\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill, y'all\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\nIt's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\nSurvival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\nI peep at the shape of the streets\nAnd stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\nA man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\nWhich failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\nA young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\nTrying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\nThe court played me short, now I face incarceration\nPacin' going up state's my destination\nHandcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\nLife as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\nBut as the world turns, I learned life is hell\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\nEvery day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\nSmokin' bones in the staircase\n\nThough I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\nI guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\nBut I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\nReady to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\nWho explained working hard may help you maintain\nTo learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\nWe got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\nAnd stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\nLeave it up to me while I be living proof\nTo kick the truth to the young black youth\nBut shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\nAnd ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\nNeglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\nThat what? 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(Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get-)\n  Yeah, check this ol' fly shit out, word up\n  (Cash rules everything around me) take you on a natural joint\n  (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) here we, here we go\n  (Dollar, dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo\n\n  I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\n  Staying alive was no jive\n  At second hands, moms bounced on old men\n  So then we moved to Shaolin land\n  A young youth, yo' rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\n  Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot\n  And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one\n  And that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n\n  But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend\n  Started smokin' woolies at 16\n  And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes\n  Making my way on fire escapes\n  No question, I would speed, for cracks and weed\n  The combination made my eyes bleed\n  No question, I would flow off, and try to get the dough all\n  Sticking up white boys in ball courts\n\n  My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\n  Times is rough and tough like leather\n  Figured out I went the wrong route\n  So I got with a sick ass click and went all out\n  Catchin' keys from across seas\n  Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's\n  Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine\n  Ch-chick-pow! Wu from the gate now\n\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\n  It's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\n  Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\n  I peep at the shape of the streets\n  And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\n  A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n  Which failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\n  A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n  Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\n  The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n  Pacin' going up state's my destination\n  Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\n  Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\n  But as the world turns, I learned life is hell\n  Living in the world no different from a cell\n  Every day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n  Smokin' bones in the staircase\n\n  Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n  I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n  But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n  Ready to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\n  Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n  To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n  We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n  And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\n  Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n  To kick the truth to the young black youth\n  But shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\n  And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\n  Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n  That what? That life is hectic\n\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me (my niggas gots to do what they gotta do)\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (to get through, know what I'm sayin'?)\n\n  Cash rules everything around me (because you can't just get by no more)\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money (word up)\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (you gotta get over, straight up and down)\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all-all-all, yeah\n"},{"id":21935245,"name":"C.R.E.A.M.","trackName":"C.R.E.A.M.","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"C.R.E.A.M","duration":395.09825,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What that nigga want, god?\nWord up, look out for the cops\nCash rules\nWord up\nTwo for fives over here baby\nWord up\nTwo for fives, niggas got garbage down the way\nWord up\n\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M. get\nYeah\nCheck this ol' fly shit out\nWord up\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nI grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\nStaying alive was no jive\nAt second hands, moms bounced on old men\nSo then we moved to Shaolin land\nA young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\nOnly way, I begin to gee off was drug loot\nAnd let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one\n\nAnd that one, pullin' out gats for fun\nBut it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend\nStarted smokin' woolies at sixteen\nAnd running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes\nMaking my way on fire escapes\n\nNo question I would speed, for cracks and weed\nThe combination made my eyes bleed\nNo question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all\nSticking up white boys in ball courts\nMy life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\nTimes is ruff and tuff like leather\nFigured out I went the wrong route\n\nSo I got with a sick ass click and went all out\nCatchin' keys from across seas\nRollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's\nYo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine\nCh-chick-POW! Wu from the gate now\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nIt's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin\nSurvival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival\nI peep at the shape of the streets\nAnd stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep\nA man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\nWhich failed I went to jail at the age of 15\nA young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\nTrying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\nThe court played me short, now I face incarceration\nPacin' going up state's my destination\nHandcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us\nLife as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff\nBut as the world turns I learned life is hell\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\n\nEveryday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\nSmokin' bones in the staircase\nThough I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\nI guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\nBut I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\nReady to give up so I seek the Old Earth\nWho explained working hard may help you maintain\nTo learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n\nWe got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\nAnd stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\nLeave it up to me while I be living proof\nTo kick the truth to the young black youth\nBut shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer\nAnd ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear\nNeglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\nThat what? That life is hectic\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\nOhh\nYeahh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.06] What that nigga want, god?\n[00:02.42] Word up, look out for the cops\n[00:04.87] Cash rules\n[00:05.62] Word up\n[00:06.56] Two for fives over here baby\n[00:08.50] Word up\n[00:09.17] Two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way\n[00:11.33] Word up\n[00:13.16] Cash rules everything around me\n[00:15.16] C.R.E.A.M. get\n[00:16.01] Yeah\n[00:17.40] Check this ol' fly shit out\n[00:19.83] Word up\n[00:21.22] Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n[00:23.47] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[00:24.82] Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n[00:26.63] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\n[00:30.14] Staying alive was no jive\n[00:31.83] At second hands, moms bounced on old men\n[00:34.80] So then we moved to Shaolin land\n[00:36.99] A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\n[00:39.89] Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot\n[00:43.26] And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one\n[00:46.06] And that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n[00:48.43] But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend\n[00:51.44] Started smokin' woolies at sixteen\n[00:53.54] And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes\n[00:57.02] Making my way on fire escapes\n[00:59.07] No question I would speed, for cracks and weed\n[01:02.08] The combination made my eyes bleed\n[01:04.40] No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all\n[01:07.44] Sticking up white boys in ball courts\n[01:09.60] My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\n[01:12.67] Times is ruff and tuff like leather\n[01:14.96] Figured out I went the wrong route\n[01:16.67] So I got with a sick ass click and went all out\n[01:20.08] Catchin' keys from across seas\n[01:21.63] Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's\n[01:25.70] Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine\n[01:28.63] Ch-chick-POW! Wu from the gate now\n[01:30.70] Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n[01:32.42] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[01:33.73] Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n[01:35.74] Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n[01:38.14] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[01:39.21] Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n[01:40.76] It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin\n[01:43.78] Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival\n[01:47.06] I peep at the shape of the streets\n[01:48.99] And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep\n[01:51.77] A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n[01:54.45] Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15\n[01:57.08] A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n[01:59.84] Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n[02:02.42] The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n[02:05.02] Pacin' going up state's my destination\n[02:07.98] Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us\n[02:10.38] Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff\n[02:13.04] But as the world turns I learned life is hell\n[02:15.96] Living in the world no different from a cell\n[02:18.66] Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n[02:21.84] Smokin' bones in the staircase\n[02:23.70] Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n[02:26.46] I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n[02:28.81] But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n[02:31.77] Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth\n[02:34.23] Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n[02:37.08] To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n[02:39.21] We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n[02:42.44] And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n[02:45.12] Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n[02:47.61] To kick the truth to the young black youth\n[02:50.26] But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer\n[02:53.16] And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear\n[02:55.75] Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n[02:58.91] That what? That life is hectic\n[03:00.97] Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n[03:03.32] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[03:04.59] Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n[03:06.23] Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n[03:08.72] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[03:09.87] Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n[03:11.69] Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n[03:14.10] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[03:15.31] Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n[03:16.92] Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n[03:19.42] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[03:20.30] Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n[03:32.89] Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n[03:35.56] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[03:36.56] Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n[03:38.44] Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n[03:40.81] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[03:41.87] Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n[03:43.61] Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n[03:46.12] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[03:47.14] Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n[03:49.14] Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n[03:51.41] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[03:52.55] Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n[03:54.38] Ohh\n[03:56.43] Yeahh\n[03:59.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: C.R.E.A.M.\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: C.R.E.A.M\n  duration_ms: 395098\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What that nigga want, god?\n  start_ms: 60\n  end_ms: 2420\n- text: Word up, look out for the cops\n  start_ms: 2420\n  end_ms: 4870\n- text: Cash rules\n  start_ms: 4870\n  end_ms: 5620\n- text: Word up\n  start_ms: 5620\n  end_ms: 6560\n- text: Two for fives over here baby\n  start_ms: 6560\n  end_ms: 8500\n- text: Word up\n  start_ms: 8500\n  end_ms: 9170\n- text: Two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way\n  start_ms: 9170\n  end_ms: 11330\n- text: Word up\n  start_ms: 11330\n  end_ms: 13160\n- text: Cash rules everything around me\n  start_ms: 13160\n  end_ms: 15160\n- text: C.R.E.A.M. get\n  start_ms: 15160\n  end_ms: 16010\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 16010\n  end_ms: 17400\n- text: Check this ol' fly shit out\n  start_ms: 17400\n  end_ms: 19830\n- text: Word up\n  start_ms: 19830\n  end_ms: 21220\n- text: Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  start_ms: 21220\n  end_ms: 23470\n- text: C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  start_ms: 23470\n  end_ms: 24820\n- text: Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n  start_ms: 24820\n  end_ms: 26630\n- text: I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\n  start_ms: 26630\n  end_ms: 30140\n- text: Staying alive was no jive\n  start_ms: 30140\n  end_ms: 31830\n- text: At second hands, moms bounced on old men\n  start_ms: 31830\n  end_ms: 34800\n- text: So then we moved to Shaolin land\n  start_ms: 34800\n  end_ms: 36990\n- text: A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\n  start_ms: 36990\n  end_ms: 39890\n- text: Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot\n  start_ms: 39890\n  end_ms: 43260\n- text: And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one\n  start_ms: 43260\n  end_ms: 46060\n- text: And that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n  start_ms: 46060\n  end_ms: 48430\n- text: But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend\n  start_ms: 48430\n  end_ms: 51440\n- text: Started smokin' woolies at sixteen\n  start_ms: 51440\n  end_ms: 53540\n- text: And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes\n  start_ms: 53540\n  end_ms: 57020\n- text: Making my way on fire escapes\n  start_ms: 57020\n  end_ms: 59070\n- text: No question I would speed, for cracks and weed\n  start_ms: 59070\n  end_ms: 62080\n- text: The combination made my eyes bleed\n  start_ms: 62080\n  end_ms: 64400\n- text: No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all\n  start_ms: 64400\n  end_ms: 67440\n- text: Sticking up white boys in ball courts\n  start_ms: 67440\n  end_ms: 69600\n- text: My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\n  start_ms: 69600\n  end_ms: 72670\n- text: Times is ruff and tuff like leather\n  start_ms: 72670\n  end_ms: 74960\n- text: Figured out I went the wrong route\n  start_ms: 74960\n  end_ms: 76670\n- text: So I got with a sick ass click and went all out\n  start_ms: 76670\n  end_ms: 80080\n- text: Catchin' keys from across seas\n  start_ms: 80080\n  end_ms: 81630\n- text: Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's\n  start_ms: 81630\n  end_ms: 85700\n- text: Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine\n  start_ms: 85700\n  end_ms: 88630\n- text: Ch-chick-POW! 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Wu from the gate now\n\n  Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin\n  Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival\n  I peep at the shape of the streets\n  And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep\n  A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n  Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15\n  A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n  Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\n  The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n  Pacin' going up state's my destination\n  Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us\n  Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff\n  But as the world turns I learned life is hell\n  Living in the world no different from a cell\n\n  Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n  Smokin' bones in the staircase\n  Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n  I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n  But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n  Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth\n  Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n  To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n\n  We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n  And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n  Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n  To kick the truth to the young black youth\n  But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer\n  And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear\n  Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n  That what? 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Wu from the gate now\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nIt's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin\nSurvival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival\nI peep at the shape of the streets\nAnd stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep\nA man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\nWhich failed I went to jail at the age of 15\nA young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\nTrying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\nThe court played me short, now I face incarceration\nPacin' going up state's my destination\nHandcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us\nLife as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff\nBut as the world turns I learned life is hell\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\n\nEveryday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\nSmokin' bones in the staircase\nThough I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\nI guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\nBut I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\nReady to give up so I seek the Old Earth\nWho explained working hard may help you maintain\nTo learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n\nWe got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\nAnd stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\nLeave it up to me while I be living proof\nTo kick the truth to the young black youth\nBut shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer\nAnd ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear\nNeglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\nThat what? That life is hectic\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\nOhh\nYeahh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.06]What that nigga want, god?\n[00:02.42]Word up, look out for the cops\n[00:04.87]Cash rules\n[00:05.62]Word up\n[00:06.56]Two for fives over here baby\n[00:08.50]Word up\n[00:09.17]Two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way\n[00:11.33]Word up\n[00:13.16]Cash rules everything around me\n[00:15.16]C.R.E.A.M. get\n[00:16.01]Yeah\n[00:17.40]Check this ol' fly shit out\n[00:19.83]Word up\n[00:21.22]Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n[00:23.47]C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[00:24.82]Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n[00:26.63]I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\n[00:30.14]Staying alive was no jive\n[00:31.83]At second hands, moms bounced on old men\n[00:34.80]So then we moved to Shaolin land\n[00:36.99]A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\n[00:39.89]Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot\n[00:43.26]And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one\n[00:46.06]And that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n[00:48.43]But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend\n[00:51.44]Started smokin' woolies at sixteen\n[00:53.54]And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes\n[00:57.02]Making my way on fire escapes\n[00:59.07]No question I would speed, for cracks and weed\n[01:02.08]The combination made my eyes bleed\n[01:04.40]No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all\n[01:07.44]Sticking up white boys in ball courts\n[01:09.60]My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\n[01:12.67]Times is ruff and tuff like leather\n[01:14.96]Figured out I went the wrong route\n[01:16.67]So I got with a sick ass click and went all out\n[01:20.08]Catchin' keys from across seas\n[01:21.63]Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's\n[01:25.70]Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine\n[01:28.63]Ch-chick-POW! Wu from the gate now\n[01:30.70]Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n[01:32.42]C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[01:33.73]Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n[01:35.74]Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n[01:38.14]C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[01:39.21]Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n[01:40.76]It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin\n[01:43.78]Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival\n[01:47.06]I peep at the shape of the streets\n[01:48.99]And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep\n[01:51.77]A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n[01:54.45]Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15\n[01:57.08]A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n[01:59.84]Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n[02:02.42]The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n[02:05.02]Pacin' going up state's my destination\n[02:07.98]Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us\n[02:10.38]Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff\n[02:13.04]But as the world turns I learned life is hell\n[02:15.96]Living in the world no different from a cell\n[02:18.66]Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n[02:21.84]Smokin' bones in the staircase\n[02:23.70]Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n[02:26.46]I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n[02:28.81]But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n[02:31.77]Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth\n[02:34.23]Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n[02:37.08]To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n[02:39.21]We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n[02:42.44]And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n[02:45.12]Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n[02:47.61]To kick the truth to the young black youth\n[02:50.26]But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer\n[02:53.16]And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear\n[02:55.75]Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n[02:58.91]That what? 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Wu from the gate now\n\n  Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin\n  Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival\n  I peep at the shape of the streets\n  And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep\n  A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n  Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15\n  A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n  Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\n  The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n  Pacin' going up state's my destination\n  Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us\n  Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff\n  But as the world turns I learned life is hell\n  Living in the world no different from a cell\n\n  Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n  Smokin' bones in the staircase\n  Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n  I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n  But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n  Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth\n  Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n  To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n\n  We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n  And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n  Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n  To kick the truth to the young black youth\n  But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer\n  And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear\n  Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n  That what? 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Wu from the gate now\n\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill, y'all\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\nIt's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\nSurvival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\nI peep at the shape of the streets\nAnd stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\nA man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\nWhich failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\nA young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\nTrying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\nThe court played me short, now I face incarceration\nPacin' going up state's my destination\nHandcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\nLife as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\nBut as the world turns, I learned life is hell\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\nEvery day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\nSmokin' bones in the staircase\n\nThough I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\nI guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\nBut I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\nReady to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\nWho explained working hard may help you maintain\nTo learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\nWe got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\nAnd stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\nLeave it up to me while I be living proof\nTo kick the truth to the young black youth\nBut shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\nAnd ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\nNeglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\nThat what? 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(Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get-)\n[00:16.47] Yeah, check this ol' fly shit out, word up\n[00:21.12] (Cash rules everything around me) take you on a natural joint\n[00:23.22] (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) here we, here we go\n[00:24.57] (Dollar, dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo\n[00:26.56] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\n[00:29.84] Staying alive was no jive\n[00:31.56] At second hands, moms bounced on old men\n[00:34.61] So then we moved to Shaolin land\n[00:36.76] A young youth, yo' rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\n[00:39.79] Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot\n[00:42.66] And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one\n[00:45.75] And that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n[00:47.83] But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend\n[00:51.14] Started smokin' woolies at 16\n[00:53.30] And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes\n[00:56.48] Making my way on fire escapes\n[00:58.54] No question, I would speed, for cracks and weed\n[01:01.69] The combination made my eyes bleed\n[01:04.03] No question, I would flow off, and try to get the dough all\n[01:07.18] Sticking up white boys in ball courts\n[01:09.41] My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\n[01:12.57] Times is rough and tough like leather\n[01:14.65] Figured out I went the wrong route\n[01:16.56] So I got with a sick ass click and went all out\n[01:20.12] Catchin' keys from across seas\n[01:21.75] Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's\n[01:25.33] Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine\n[01:28.22] Ch-chick-pow! Wu from the gate now\n[01:30.64] Cash rules everything around me\n[01:32.40] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[01:33.70] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n[01:35.51] Cash rules everything around me\n[01:37.72] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[01:38.93] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n[01:40.89] It's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\n[01:43.78] Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\n[01:46.87] I peep at the shape of the streets\n[01:48.65] And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\n[01:51.50] A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n[01:54.13] Which failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\n[01:56.74] A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n[01:59.86] Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n[02:02.29] The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n[02:05.08] Pacin' going up state's my destination\n[02:07.70] Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\n[02:10.39] Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\n[02:12.96] But as the world turns, I learned life is hell\n[02:15.84] Living in the world no different from a cell\n[02:18.49] Every day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n[02:21.59] Smokin' bones in the staircase\n[02:23.63] Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n[02:26.30] I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n[02:28.56] But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n[02:31.69] Ready to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\n[02:33.87] Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n[02:36.99] To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n[02:39.24] We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n[02:42.10] And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n[02:45.01] Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n[02:47.49] To kick the truth to the young black youth\n[02:50.01] But shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\n[02:52.82] And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\n[02:55.40] Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n[02:58.83] That what? 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Wu from the gate now\n\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\n  It's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\n  Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\n  I peep at the shape of the streets\n  And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\n  A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n  Which failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\n  A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n  Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\n  The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n  Pacin' going up state's my destination\n  Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\n  Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\n  But as the world turns, I learned life is hell\n  Living in the world no different from a cell\n  Every day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n  Smokin' bones in the staircase\n\n  Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n  I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n  But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n  Ready to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\n  Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n  To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n  We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n  And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\n  Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n  To kick the truth to the young black youth\n  But shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\n  And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\n  Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n  That what? 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(Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get-)\nYeah, check this ol' fly shit out, word up\n(Cash rules everything around me) take you on a natural joint\n(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) here we, here we go\n(Dollar, dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo\n\nI grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\nStaying alive was no jive\nAt second hands, moms bounced on old men\nSo then we moved to Shaolin land\nA young youth, yo' rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\nOnly way, I begin to gee off was drug loot\nAnd let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one\nAnd that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n\nBut it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend\nStarted smokin' woolies at 16\nAnd running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes\nMaking my way on fire escapes\nNo question, I would speed, for cracks and weed\nThe combination made my eyes bleed\nNo question, I would flow off, and try to get the dough all\nSticking up white boys in ball courts\n\nMy life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\nTimes is rough and tough like leather\nFigured out I went the wrong route\nSo I got with a sick ass click and went all out\nCatchin' keys from across seas\nRollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's\nYo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine\nCh-chick-pow! Wu from the gate now\n\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill, y'all\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\nIt's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\nSurvival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\nI peep at the shape of the streets\nAnd stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\nA man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\nWhich failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\nA young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\nTrying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\nThe court played me short, now I face incarceration\nPacin' going up state's my destination\nHandcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\nLife as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\nBut as the world turns, I learned life is hell\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\nEvery day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\nSmokin' bones in the staircase\n\nThough I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\nI guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\nBut I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\nReady to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\nWho explained working hard may help you maintain\nTo learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\nWe got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\nAnd stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\nLeave it up to me while I be living proof\nTo kick the truth to the young black youth\nBut shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\nAnd ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\nNeglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\nThat what? 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Wu from the gate now\n[01:27.64] Cash rules everything around me\n[01:29.68] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[01:31.07] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n[01:33.06] Cash rules everything around me\n[01:35.10] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[01:36.34] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n[01:38.08] It's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\n[01:41.17] Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\n[01:44.16] I peep at the shape of the streets\n[01:46.14] And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\n[01:48.96] A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n[01:51.45] Which failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\n[01:53.80] A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n[01:57.06] Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n[01:59.58] The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n[02:02.22] Pacin' going up state's my destination\n[02:04.69] Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\n[02:07.75] Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\n[02:10.41] But as the world turns, I learned life is hell\n[02:12.73] Living in the world no different from a cell\n[02:15.71] Every day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n[02:18.77] Smokin' bones in the staircase\n[02:21.30] Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n[02:23.49] I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n[02:25.89] But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n[02:28.52] Ready to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\n[02:31.24] Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n[02:33.99] To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n[02:36.66] We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n[02:39.65] And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n[02:42.30] Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n[02:44.79] To kick the truth to the young black youth\n[02:47.72] But shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\n[02:50.09] And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\n[02:52.85] Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n[02:56.13] That what? 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(Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get-)\n  Yeah, check this ol' fly shit out, word up\n  (Cash rules everything around me) take you on a natural joint\n  (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) here we, here we go\n  (Dollar, dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo\n\n  I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\n  Staying alive was no jive\n  At second hands, moms bounced on old men\n  So then we moved to Shaolin land\n  A young youth, yo' rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\n  Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot\n  And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one\n  And that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n\n  But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend\n  Started smokin' woolies at 16\n  And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes\n  Making my way on fire escapes\n  No question, I would speed, for cracks and weed\n  The combination made my eyes bleed\n  No question, I would flow off, and try to get the dough all\n  Sticking up white boys in ball courts\n\n  My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\n  Times is rough and tough like leather\n  Figured out I went the wrong route\n  So I got with a sick ass click and went all out\n  Catchin' keys from across seas\n  Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's\n  Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine\n  Ch-chick-pow! Wu from the gate now\n\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\n  It's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\n  Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\n  I peep at the shape of the streets\n  And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\n  A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n  Which failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\n  A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n  Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\n  The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n  Pacin' going up state's my destination\n  Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\n  Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\n  But as the world turns, I learned life is hell\n  Living in the world no different from a cell\n  Every day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n  Smokin' bones in the staircase\n\n  Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n  I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n  But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n  Ready to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\n  Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n  To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n  We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n  And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\n  Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n  To kick the truth to the young black youth\n  But shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\n  And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\n  Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n  That what? 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(Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get-)\nYeah, check this ol' fly shit out, word up\n(Cash rules everything around me) take you on a natural joint\n(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) here we, here we go\n(Dollar, dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo\n\nI grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\nStaying alive was no jive\nAt second hands, moms bounced on old men\nSo then we moved to Shaolin land\nA young youth, yo' rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\nOnly way, I begin to gee off was drug loot\nAnd let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one\nAnd that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n\nBut it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend\nStarted smokin' woolies at 16\nAnd running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes\nMaking my way on fire escapes\nNo question, I would speed, for cracks and weed\nThe combination made my eyes bleed\nNo question, I would flow off, and try to get the dough all\nSticking up white boys in ball courts\n\nMy life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\nTimes is rough and tough like leather\nFigured out I went the wrong route\nSo I got with a sick ass click and went all out\nCatchin' keys from across seas\nRollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's\nYo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine\nCh-chick-pow! Wu from the gate now\n\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill, y'all\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\nIt's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\nSurvival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\nI peep at the shape of the streets\nAnd stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\nA man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\nWhich failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\nA young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\nTrying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\nThe court played me short, now I face incarceration\nPacin' going up state's my destination\nHandcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\nLife as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\nBut as the world turns, I learned life is hell\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\nEvery day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\nSmokin' bones in the staircase\n\nThough I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\nI guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\nBut I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\nReady to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\nWho explained working hard may help you maintain\nTo learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\nWe got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\nAnd stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\nLeave it up to me while I be living proof\nTo kick the truth to the young black youth\nBut shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\nAnd ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\nNeglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\nThat what? 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(Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get-)\n  Yeah, check this ol' fly shit out, word up\n  (Cash rules everything around me) take you on a natural joint\n  (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) here we, here we go\n  (Dollar, dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo\n\n  I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\n  Staying alive was no jive\n  At second hands, moms bounced on old men\n  So then we moved to Shaolin land\n  A young youth, yo' rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\n  Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot\n  And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one\n  And that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n\n  But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend\n  Started smokin' woolies at 16\n  And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes\n  Making my way on fire escapes\n  No question, I would speed, for cracks and weed\n  The combination made my eyes bleed\n  No question, I would flow off, and try to get the dough all\n  Sticking up white boys in ball courts\n\n  My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\n  Times is rough and tough like leather\n  Figured out I went the wrong route\n  So I got with a sick ass click and went all out\n  Catchin' keys from across seas\n  Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's\n  Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine\n  Ch-chick-pow! Wu from the gate now\n\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\n  It's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\n  Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\n  I peep at the shape of the streets\n  And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\n  A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n  Which failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\n  A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n  Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\n  The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n  Pacin' going up state's my destination\n  Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\n  Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\n  But as the world turns, I learned life is hell\n  Living in the world no different from a cell\n  Every day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n  Smokin' bones in the staircase\n\n  Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n  I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n  But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n  Ready to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\n  Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n  To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n  We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n  And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\n  Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n  To kick the truth to the young black youth\n  But shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\n  And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\n  Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n  That what? That life is hectic\n\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me (my niggas gots to do what they gotta do)\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (to get through, know what I'm sayin'?)\n\n  Cash rules everything around me (because you can't just get by no more)\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money (word up)\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (you gotta get over, straight up and down)\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all-all-all, yeah\n"},{"id":13227846,"name":"C.R.E.A.M.","trackName":"C.R.E.A.M.","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"The Essential Wu‐Tang Clan","duration":247.7199872,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What that nigga want, God?\nWord up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five-finger shit, fam)\nCash rules-\nWord up, two for fives over here, baby\nWord up, two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way\nWord up, know what I'm sayin'? (Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get-)\nYeah, check this ol' fly shit out, word up\n(Cash rules everything around me) take you on a natural joint\n(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) here we, here we go\n(Dollar, dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo\n\nI grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\nStaying alive was no jive\nAt second hands, moms bounced on old men\nSo then we moved to Shaolin land\nA young youth, yo' rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\nOnly way, I begin to gee off was drug loot\nAnd let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one\nAnd that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n\nBut it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend\nStarted smokin' woolies at 16\nAnd running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes\nMaking my way on fire escapes\nNo question, I would speed, for cracks and weed\nThe combination made my eyes bleed\nNo question, I would flow off, and try to get the dough all\nSticking up white boys in ball courts\n\nMy life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\nTimes is rough and tough like leather\nFigured out I went the wrong route\nSo I got with a sick ass click and went all out\nCatchin' keys from across seas\nRollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's\nYo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine\nCh-chick-pow! Wu from the gate now\n\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill, y'all\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\nIt's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\nSurvival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\nI peep at the shape of the streets\nAnd stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\nA man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\nWhich failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\nA young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\nTrying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\nThe court played me short, now I face incarceration\nPacin' going up state's my destination\nHandcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\nLife as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\nBut as the world turns, I learned life is hell\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\nEvery day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\nSmokin' bones in the staircase\n\nThough I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\nI guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\nBut I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\nReady to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\nWho explained working hard may help you maintain\nTo learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\nWe got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\nAnd stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\nLeave it up to me while I be living proof\nTo kick the truth to the young black youth\nBut shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\nAnd ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\nNeglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\nThat what? 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(Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get-)\n[00:15.93] Yeah, check this ol' fly shit out, word up\n[00:18.71] (Cash rules everything around me) take you on a natural joint\n[00:20.65] (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) here we, here we go\n[00:22.02] (Dollar, dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo\n[00:24.07] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\n[00:27.12] Staying alive was no jive\n[00:28.97] At second hands, moms bounced on old men\n[00:31.88] So then we moved to Shaolin land\n[00:33.89] A young youth, yo' rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\n[00:37.18] Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot\n[00:40.20] And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one\n[00:42.83] And that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n[00:45.22] But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend\n[00:48.31] Started smokin' woolies at 16\n[00:50.79] And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes\n[00:53.80] Making my way on fire escapes\n[00:56.06] No question, I would speed, for cracks and weed\n[00:59.05] The combination made my eyes bleed\n[01:01.45] No question, I would flow off, and try to get the dough all\n[01:04.16] Sticking up white boys in ball courts\n[01:06.78] My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\n[01:09.72] Times is rough and tough like leather\n[01:11.93] Figured out I went the wrong route\n[01:14.33] So I got with a sick ass click and went all out\n[01:17.28] Catchin' keys from across seas\n[01:19.04] Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's\n[01:22.80] Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine\n[01:25.62] Ch-chick-pow! Wu from the gate now\n[01:27.64] Cash rules everything around me\n[01:29.68] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[01:31.07] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n[01:33.06] Cash rules everything around me\n[01:35.10] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[01:36.34] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n[01:38.08] It's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\n[01:41.17] Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\n[01:44.16] I peep at the shape of the streets\n[01:46.14] And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\n[01:48.96] A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n[01:51.45] Which failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\n[01:53.80] A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n[01:57.06] Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n[01:59.58] The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n[02:02.22] Pacin' going up state's my destination\n[02:04.69] Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\n[02:07.75] Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\n[02:10.41] But as the world turns, I learned life is hell\n[02:12.73] Living in the world no different from a cell\n[02:15.71] Every day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n[02:18.77] Smokin' bones in the staircase\n[02:21.30] Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n[02:23.49] I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n[02:25.89] But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n[02:28.52] Ready to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\n[02:31.24] Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n[02:33.99] To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n[02:36.66] We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n[02:39.65] And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n[02:42.30] Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n[02:44.79] To kick the truth to the young black youth\n[02:47.72] But shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\n[02:50.09] And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\n[02:52.85] Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n[02:56.13] That what? That life is hectic\n[02:58.12] Cash rules everything around me\n[03:00.22] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[03:01.99] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n[03:03.57] Cash rules everything around me (my niggas gots to do what they gotta do)\n[03:05.26] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[03:07.05] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (to get through, know what I'm sayin'?)\n[03:09.02] Cash rules everything around me (because you can't just get by no more)\n[03:10.66] C.R.E.A.M. get the money (word up)\n[03:12.21] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (you gotta get over, straight up and down)\n[03:14.49] Cash rules everything around me\n[03:16.07] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[03:17.68] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n[03:20.73] \n[03:30.25] Cash rules everything around me\n[03:32.19] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[03:33.52] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n[03:35.56] Cash rules everything around me\n[03:37.56] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[03:38.51] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n[03:41.05] Cash rules everything around me\n[03:42.85] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[03:44.03] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n[03:46.09] Cash rules everything around me\n[03:47.95] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[03:49.50] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all-all-all, yeah\n[03:54.30] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: C.R.E.A.M.\n  artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n  album: The Essential Wu‐Tang Clan\n  duration_ms: 247720\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What that nigga want, God?\n  start_ms: 6910\n  end_ms: 7970\n- text: Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five-finger shit, fam)\n  start_ms: 7970\n  end_ms: 10230\n- text: Cash rules-\n  start_ms: 10230\n  end_ms: 11610\n- text: Word up, two for fives over here, baby\n  start_ms: 11610\n  end_ms: 12980\n- text: Word up, two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way\n  start_ms: 12980\n  end_ms: 14650\n- text: Word up, know what I'm sayin'? 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Wu from the gate now\n\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\n  It's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\n  Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\n  I peep at the shape of the streets\n  And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\n  A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n  Which failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\n  A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n  Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\n  The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n  Pacin' going up state's my destination\n  Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\n  Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\n  But as the world turns, I learned life is hell\n  Living in the world no different from a cell\n  Every day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n  Smokin' bones in the staircase\n\n  Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n  I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n  But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n  Ready to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\n  Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n  To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n  We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n  And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\n  Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n  To kick the truth to the young black youth\n  But shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\n  And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\n  Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n  That what? 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Wu from the gate now\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nIt's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin\nSurvival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival\nI peep at the shape of the streets\nAnd stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep\nA man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\nWhich failed I went to jail at the age of 15\nA young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\nTrying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\nThe court played me short, now I face incarceration\nPacin' going up state's my destination\nHandcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us\nLife as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff\nBut as the world turns I learned life is hell\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\n\nEveryday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\nSmokin' bones in the staircase\nThough I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\nI guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\nBut I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\nReady to give up so I seek the Old Earth\nWho explained working hard may help you maintain\nTo learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n\nWe got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\nAnd stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\nLeave it up to me while I be living proof\nTo kick the truth to the young black youth\nBut shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer\nAnd ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear\nNeglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\nThat what? 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Wu from the gate now\n[01:30.70]Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n[01:32.42]C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[01:33.73]Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n[01:35.74]Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n[01:38.14]C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[01:39.21]Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n[01:40.76]It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin\n[01:43.78]Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival\n[01:47.06]I peep at the shape of the streets\n[01:48.99]And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep\n[01:51.77]A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n[01:54.45]Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15\n[01:57.08]A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n[01:59.84]Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n[02:02.42]The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n[02:05.02]Pacin' going up state's my destination\n[02:07.98]Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us\n[02:10.38]Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff\n[02:13.04]But as the world turns I learned life is hell\n[02:15.96]Living in the world no different from a cell\n[02:18.66]Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n[02:21.84]Smokin' bones in the staircase\n[02:23.70]Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n[02:26.46]I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n[02:28.81]But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n[02:31.77]Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth\n[02:34.23]Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n[02:37.08]To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n[02:39.21]We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n[02:42.44]And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n[02:45.12]Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n[02:47.61]To kick the truth to the young black youth\n[02:50.26]But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer\n[02:53.16]And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear\n[02:55.75]Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n[02:58.91]That what? 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Wu from the gate now\n\n  Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin\n  Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival\n  I peep at the shape of the streets\n  And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep\n  A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n  Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15\n  A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n  Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\n  The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n  Pacin' going up state's my destination\n  Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us\n  Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff\n  But as the world turns I learned life is hell\n  Living in the world no different from a cell\n\n  Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n  Smokin' bones in the staircase\n  Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n  I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n  But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n  Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth\n  Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n  To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n\n  We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n  And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n  Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n  To kick the truth to the young black youth\n  But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer\n  And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear\n  Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n  That what? 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Wu from the gate now\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nIt's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin\nSurvival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival\nI peep at the shape of the streets\nAnd stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep\nA man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\nWhich failed I went to jail at the age of 15\nA young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\nTrying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\nThe court played me short, now I face incarceration\nPacin' going up state's my destination\nHandcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us\nLife as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff\nBut as the world turns I learned life is hell\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\n\nEveryday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\nSmokin' bones in the staircase\nThough I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\nI guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\nBut I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\nReady to give up so I seek the Old Earth\nWho explained working hard may help you maintain\nTo learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n\nWe got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\nAnd stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\nLeave it up to me while I be living proof\nTo kick the truth to the young black youth\nBut shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer\nAnd ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear\nNeglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\nThat what? 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Wu from the gate now\n\n  Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin\n  Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival\n  I peep at the shape of the streets\n  And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep\n  A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n  Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15\n  A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n  Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\n  The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n  Pacin' going up state's my destination\n  Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us\n  Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff\n  But as the world turns I learned life is hell\n  Living in the world no different from a cell\n\n  Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n  Smokin' bones in the staircase\n  Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n  I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n  But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n  Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth\n  Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n  To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n\n  We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n  And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n  Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n  To kick the truth to the young black youth\n  But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer\n  And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear\n  Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n  That what? 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Wu from the gate now\n\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill, y'all\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\nIt's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\nSurvival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\nI peep at the shape of the streets\nAnd stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\nA man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\nWhich failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\nA young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\nTrying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\nThe court played me short, now I face incarceration\nPacin' going up state's my destination\nHandcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\nLife as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\nBut as the world turns, I learned life is hell\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\nEvery day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\nSmokin' bones in the staircase\n\nThough I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\nI guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\nBut I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\nReady to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\nWho explained working hard may help you maintain\nTo learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\nWe got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\nAnd stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\nLeave it up to me while I be living proof\nTo kick the truth to the young black youth\nBut shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\nAnd ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\nNeglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\nThat what? 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(Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get-)\nYeah, check this ol' fly shit out, word up\n(Cash rules everything around me) take you on a natural joint\n(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) here we, here we go\n(Dollar, dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo\n\nI grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\nStaying alive was no jive\nAt second hands, moms bounced on old men\nSo then we moved to Shaolin land\nA young youth, yo' rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\nOnly way, I begin to gee off was drug loot\nAnd let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one\nAnd that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n\nBut it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend\nStarted smokin' woolies at 16\nAnd running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes\nMaking my way on fire escapes\nNo question, I would speed, for cracks and weed\nThe combination made my eyes bleed\nNo question, I would flow off, and try to get the dough all\nSticking up white boys in ball courts\n\nMy life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\nTimes is rough and tough like leather\nFigured out I went the wrong route\nSo I got with a sick ass click and went all out\nCatchin' keys from across seas\nRollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's\nYo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine\nCh-chick-pow! Wu from the gate now\n\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill, y'all\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\nIt's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\nSurvival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\nI peep at the shape of the streets\nAnd stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\nA man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\nWhich failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\nA young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\nTrying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\nThe court played me short, now I face incarceration\nPacin' going up state's my destination\nHandcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\nLife as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\nBut as the world turns, I learned life is hell\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\nEvery day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\nSmokin' bones in the staircase\n\nThough I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\nI guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\nBut I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\nReady to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\nWho explained working hard may help you maintain\nTo learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\nWe got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\nAnd stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\nLeave it up to me while I be living proof\nTo kick the truth to the young black youth\nBut shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\nAnd ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\nNeglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\nThat what? 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(Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get-)\n[00:15.98] Yeah, check this ol' fly shit out, word up\n[00:18.73] (Cash rules everything around me) take you on a natural joint\n[00:20.63] (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) here we, here we go\n[00:22.05] (Dollar, dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo\n[00:24.03] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\n[00:27.20] Staying alive was no jive\n[00:28.99] At second hands, moms bounced on old men\n[00:31.89] So then we moved to Shaolin land\n[00:33.86] A young youth, yo' rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\n[00:37.17] Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot\n[00:40.23] And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one\n[00:42.84] And that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n[00:45.25] But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend\n[00:48.32] Started smokin' woolies at 16\n[00:50.78] And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes\n[00:53.88] Making my way on fire escapes\n[00:56.01] No question, I would speed, for cracks and weed\n[00:59.04] The combination made my eyes bleed\n[01:01.40] No question, I would flow off, and try to get the dough all\n[01:04.18] Sticking up white boys in ball courts\n[01:06.77] My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\n[01:09.77] Times is rough and tough like leather\n[01:11.98] Figured out I went the wrong route\n[01:14.33] So I got with a sick ass click and went all out\n[01:17.20] Catchin' keys from across seas\n[01:19.04] Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's\n[01:22.80] Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine\n[01:25.62] Ch-chick-pow! Wu from the gate now\n[01:27.64] Cash rules everything around me\n[01:29.64] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[01:31.04] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n[01:33.02] Cash rules everything around me\n[01:35.07] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[01:36.39] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n[01:38.07] It's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\n[01:41.20] Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\n[01:44.18] I peep at the shape of the streets\n[01:46.16] And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\n[01:48.99] A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n[01:51.45] Which failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\n[01:53.82] A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n[01:57.02] Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n[01:59.59] The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n[02:02.28] Pacin' going up state's my destination\n[02:04.65] Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\n[02:07.76] Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\n[02:10.45] But as the world turns, I learned life is hell\n[02:12.74] Living in the world no different from a cell\n[02:15.70] Every day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n[02:18.76] Smokin' bones in the staircase\n[02:21.22] Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n[02:23.47] I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n[02:25.83] But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n[02:28.58] Ready to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\n[02:31.22] Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n[02:33.95] To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n[02:36.63] We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n[02:39.62] And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n[02:42.36] Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n[02:44.76] To kick the truth to the young black youth\n[02:47.75] But shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\n[02:50.02] And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\n[02:52.87] Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n[02:56.13] That what? 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(Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get-)\n  Yeah, check this ol' fly shit out, word up\n  (Cash rules everything around me) take you on a natural joint\n  (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) here we, here we go\n  (Dollar, dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo\n\n  I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\n  Staying alive was no jive\n  At second hands, moms bounced on old men\n  So then we moved to Shaolin land\n  A young youth, yo' rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\n  Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot\n  And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one\n  And that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n\n  But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend\n  Started smokin' woolies at 16\n  And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes\n  Making my way on fire escapes\n  No question, I would speed, for cracks and weed\n  The combination made my eyes bleed\n  No question, I would flow off, and try to get the dough all\n  Sticking up white boys in ball courts\n\n  My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\n  Times is rough and tough like leather\n  Figured out I went the wrong route\n  So I got with a sick ass click and went all out\n  Catchin' keys from across seas\n  Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's\n  Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine\n  Ch-chick-pow! Wu from the gate now\n\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\n  It's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\n  Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\n  I peep at the shape of the streets\n  And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\n  A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n  Which failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\n  A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n  Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\n  The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n  Pacin' going up state's my destination\n  Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\n  Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\n  But as the world turns, I learned life is hell\n  Living in the world no different from a cell\n  Every day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n  Smokin' bones in the staircase\n\n  Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n  I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n  But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n  Ready to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\n  Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n  To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n  We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n  And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\n  Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n  To kick the truth to the young black youth\n  But shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\n  And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\n  Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n  That what? That life is hectic\n\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me (my niggas gots to do what they gotta do)\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (to get through, know what I'm sayin'?)\n\n  Cash rules everything around me (because you can't just get by no more)\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money (word up)\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (you gotta get over, straight up and down)\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all-all-all, yeah\n"},{"id":36241613,"name":"C.R.E.A.M.","trackName":"C.R.E.A.M.","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan - Topic","albumName":"C.R.E.A.M.","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What that nigga want, God?\nWord up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five-finger shit, fam)\nCash rules-\nWord up, two for fives over here, baby\nWord up, two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way\nWord up, know what I'm sayin'? (Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get-)\nYeah, check this ol' fly shit out, word up\n(Cash rules everything around me) take you on a natural joint\n(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) here we, here we go\n(Dollar, dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo\n\nI grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\nStaying alive was no jive\nAt second hands, moms bounced on old men\nSo then we moved to Shaolin land\nA young youth, yo' rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\nOnly way, I begin to gee off was drug loot\nAnd let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one\nAnd that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n\nBut it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend\nStarted smokin' woolies at 16\nAnd running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes\nMaking my way on fire escapes\nNo question, I would speed, for cracks and weed\nThe combination made my eyes bleed\nNo question, I would flow off, and try to get the dough all\nSticking up white boys in ball courts\n\nMy life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\nTimes is rough and tough like leather\nFigured out I went the wrong route\nSo I got with a sick ass click and went all out\nCatchin' keys from across seas\nRollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's\nYo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine\nCh-chick-pow! Wu from the gate now\n\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill, y'all\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\nIt's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\nSurvival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\nI peep at the shape of the streets\nAnd stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\nA man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\nWhich failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\nA young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\nTrying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\nThe court played me short, now I face incarceration\nPacin' going up state's my destination\nHandcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\nLife as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\nBut as the world turns, I learned life is hell\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\nEvery day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\nSmokin' bones in the staircase\n\nThough I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\nI guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\nBut I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\nReady to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\nWho explained working hard may help you maintain\nTo learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\nWe got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\nAnd stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\nLeave it up to me while I be living proof\nTo kick the truth to the young black youth\nBut shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\nAnd ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\nNeglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\nThat what? 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(Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get-)\n[00:15.98] Yeah, check this ol' fly shit out, word up\n[00:18.73] (Cash rules everything around me) take you on a natural joint\n[00:20.63] (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) here we, here we go\n[00:22.05] (Dollar, dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo\n[00:24.03] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\n[00:27.20] Staying alive was no jive\n[00:28.99] At second hands, moms bounced on old men\n[00:31.89] So then we moved to Shaolin land\n[00:33.86] A young youth, yo' rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\n[00:37.17] Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot\n[00:40.23] And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one\n[00:42.84] And that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n[00:45.25] But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend\n[00:48.32] Started smokin' woolies at 16\n[00:50.78] And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes\n[00:53.88] Making my way on fire escapes\n[00:56.01] No question, I would speed, for cracks and weed\n[00:59.04] The combination made my eyes bleed\n[01:01.40] No question, I would flow off, and try to get the dough all\n[01:04.18] Sticking up white boys in ball courts\n[01:06.77] My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\n[01:09.77] Times is rough and tough like leather\n[01:11.98] Figured out I went the wrong route\n[01:14.33] So I got with a sick ass click and went all out\n[01:17.20] Catchin' keys from across seas\n[01:19.04] Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's\n[01:22.80] Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine\n[01:25.62] Ch-chick-pow! Wu from the gate now\n[01:27.64] Cash rules everything around me\n[01:29.64] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[01:31.04] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n[01:33.02] Cash rules everything around me\n[01:35.07] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[01:36.39] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n[01:38.07] It's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\n[01:41.20] Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\n[01:44.18] I peep at the shape of the streets\n[01:46.16] And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\n[01:48.99] A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n[01:51.45] Which failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\n[01:53.82] A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n[01:57.02] Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n[01:59.59] The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n[02:02.28] Pacin' going up state's my destination\n[02:04.65] Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\n[02:07.76] Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\n[02:10.45] But as the world turns, I learned life is hell\n[02:12.74] Living in the world no different from a cell\n[02:15.70] Every day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n[02:18.76] Smokin' bones in the staircase\n[02:21.22] Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n[02:23.47] I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n[02:25.83] But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n[02:28.58] Ready to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\n[02:31.22] Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n[02:33.95] To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n[02:36.63] We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n[02:39.62] And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n[02:42.36] Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n[02:44.76] To kick the truth to the young black youth\n[02:47.75] But shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\n[02:50.02] And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\n[02:52.87] Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n[02:56.13] That what? That life is hectic\n[02:58.20] Cash rules everything around me\n[03:00.24] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[03:01.93] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n[03:03.57] Cash rules everything around me (my niggas gots to do what they gotta do)\n[03:05.30] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[03:07.01] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (to get through, know what I'm sayin'?)\n[03:09.02] Cash rules everything around me (because you can't just get by no more)\n[03:10.63] C.R.E.A.M. get the money (word up)\n[03:12.23] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (you gotta get over, straight up and down)\n[03:14.41] Cash rules everything around me\n[03:16.10] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[03:17.66] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n[03:20.71] \n[03:30.27] Cash rules everything around me\n[03:32.15] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[03:33.51] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n[03:35.58] Cash rules everything around me\n[03:37.51] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[03:38.52] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n[03:41.04] Cash rules everything around me\n[03:42.84] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[03:44.01] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n[03:46.06] Cash rules everything around me\n[03:47.99] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[03:49.44] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all-all-all, yeah\n[03:54.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: C.R.E.A.M.\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan - Topic\n  album: C.R.E.A.M.\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What that nigga want, God?\n  start_ms: 6970\n  end_ms: 7960\n- text: Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five-finger shit, fam)\n  start_ms: 7960\n  end_ms: 10210\n- text: Cash rules-\n  start_ms: 10210\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: Word up, two for fives over here, baby\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 12940\n- text: Word up, two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way\n  start_ms: 12940\n  end_ms: 14620\n- text: Word up, know what I'm sayin'? 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Wu from the gate now\n\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\n  It's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\n  Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\n  I peep at the shape of the streets\n  And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\n  A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n  Which failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\n  A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n  Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\n  The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n  Pacin' going up state's my destination\n  Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\n  Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\n  But as the world turns, I learned life is hell\n  Living in the world no different from a cell\n  Every day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n  Smokin' bones in the staircase\n\n  Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n  I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n  But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n  Ready to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\n  Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n  To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n  We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n  And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\n  Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n  To kick the truth to the young black youth\n  But shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\n  And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\n  Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n  That what? 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Wu from the gate now\n\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill, y'all\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\nIt's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\nSurvival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\nI peep at the shape of the streets\nAnd stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\nA man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\nWhich failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\nA young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\nTrying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\nThe court played me short, now I face incarceration\nPacin' going up state's my destination\nHandcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\nLife as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\nBut as the world turns, I learned life is hell\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\nEvery day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\nSmokin' bones in the staircase\n\nThough I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\nI guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\nBut I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\nReady to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\nWho explained working hard may help you maintain\nTo learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\nWe got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\nAnd stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\nLeave it up to me while I be living proof\nTo kick the truth to the young black youth\nBut shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\nAnd ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\nNeglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\nThat what? 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(Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get-)\n[00:16.44] Yeah, check this ol' fly shit out, word up\n[00:21.13] (Cash rules everything around me) take you on a natural joint\n[00:23.29] (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) here we, here we go\n[00:24.59] (Dollar, dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo\n[00:26.59] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\n[00:29.86] Staying alive was no jive\n[00:31.56] At second hands, moms bounced on old men\n[00:34.63] So then we moved to Shaolin land\n[00:36.74] A young youth, yo' rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\n[00:39.75] Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot\n[00:42.62] And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one\n[00:45.77] And that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n[00:47.88] But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend\n[00:51.10] Started smokin' woolies at 16\n[00:53.34] And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes\n[00:56.40] Making my way on fire escapes\n[00:58.57] No question, I would speed, for cracks and weed\n[01:01.66] The combination made my eyes bleed\n[01:04.07] No question, I would flow off, and try to get the dough all\n[01:07.17] Sticking up white boys in ball courts\n[01:09.43] My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\n[01:12.51] Times is rough and tough like leather\n[01:14.63] Figured out I went the wrong route\n[01:16.50] So I got with a sick ass click and went all out\n[01:20.12] Catchin' keys from across seas\n[01:21.73] Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's\n[01:25.34] Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine\n[01:28.24] Ch-chick-pow! Wu from the gate now\n[01:30.61] Cash rules everything around me\n[01:32.46] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[01:33.78] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n[01:35.56] Cash rules everything around me\n[01:37.79] C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n[01:38.97] Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n[01:40.85] It's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\n[01:43.78] Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\n[01:46.84] I peep at the shape of the streets\n[01:48.62] And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\n[01:51.52] A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n[01:54.18] Which failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\n[01:56.77] A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n[01:59.84] Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n[02:02.26] The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n[02:05.05] Pacin' going up state's my destination\n[02:07.74] Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\n[02:10.30] Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\n[02:12.96] But as the world turns, I learned life is hell\n[02:15.81] Living in the world no different from a cell\n[02:18.47] Every day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n[02:21.53] Smokin' bones in the staircase\n[02:23.68] Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n[02:26.31] I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n[02:28.54] But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n[02:31.62] Ready to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\n[02:33.81] Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n[02:36.96] To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n[02:39.26] We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n[02:42.15] And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n[02:45.01] Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n[02:47.47] To kick the truth to the young black youth\n[02:50.02] But shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\n[02:52.89] And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\n[02:55.43] Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n[02:58.82] That what? 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Wu from the gate now\n\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill, y'all\n\n  It's been 22 long hard years of still strugglin'\n  Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\n  I peep at the shape of the streets\n  And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\n  A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n  Which failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\n  A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n  Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\n  The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n  Pacin' going up state's my destination\n  Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40of us\n  Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\n  But as the world turns, I learned life is hell\n  Living in the world no different from a cell\n  Every day, I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n  Smokin' bones in the staircase\n\n  Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n  I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n  But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n  Ready to give up, so I seek the Old Earth\n  Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n  To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n  We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n  And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\n  Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n  To kick the truth to the young black youth\n  But shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\n  And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\n  Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n  That what? 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Wu from the gate now\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\nC.R.E.A.M. get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nIt's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin\nSurvival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival\nI peep at the shape of the streets\nAnd stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep\nA man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\nWhich failed I went to jail at the age of 15\nA young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\nTrying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\nThe court played me short, now I face incarceration\nPacin' going up state's my destination\nHandcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us\nLife as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff\nBut as the world turns I learned life is hell\nLiving in the world no different from a cell\n\nEveryday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\nSmokin' bones in the staircase\nThough I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\nI guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\nBut I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\nReady to give up so I seek the Old Earth\nWho explained working hard may help you maintain\nTo learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n\nWe got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\nAnd stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\nLeave it up to me while I be living proof\nTo kick the truth to the young black youth\nBut shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer\nAnd ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear\nNeglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\nThat what? 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Wu from the gate now\n\n  Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me\n  C.R.E.A.M. get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin\n  Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival\n  I peep at the shape of the streets\n  And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep\n  A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M\n  Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15\n  A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n  Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not\n\n  The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n  Pacin' going up state's my destination\n  Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us\n  Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff\n  But as the world turns I learned life is hell\n  Living in the world no different from a cell\n\n  Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n  Smokin' bones in the staircase\n  Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n  I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n  But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n  Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth\n  Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n  To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n\n  We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n  And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n  Leave it up to me while I be living proof\n  To kick the truth to the young black youth\n  But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer\n  And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear\n  Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n  That what? 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Move from the gate now\n\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M., get the money\nDollar dollar bill, y'all\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M., get the money\nDollar dollar bill, y'all\n\nIt's been 22 long, hard years, I'm still strugglin'\nSurvival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\nI peep at the shape of the streets\nAnd stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\nA man with a dream with plans to make cream\nWhich failed; I went to jail at the age of 15\nA young buck sellin' drugs and such, who never had much\nTryin' to get a clutch at what I could not-\n\nThe court played me short, now I face incarceration\nPacin', goin' upstate's my destination\nHandcuffed in the back of a bus, 40 of us\nLife as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\nBut as the world turned, I learned life is hell\nLivin' in the world no different from a cell\nEvery day I escape from Jakes givin' chase\nSellin' base, smokin' bones in the staircase\n\nThough I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\nI guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\nBut I'm still depressed, and I ask, \"What's it worth?\"\nReady to give up so I seek the old Earth\nWho explained workin' hard may help you maintain\nTo learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\nWe got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\nAnd stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\nLeave it up to me while I be livin' proof\nTo kick the truth to the young black youth\nBut shorty's runnin' wild, smokin' sess, drinkin' beer\nAnd ain't tryna hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\nNeglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\nThat what? 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Move from the gate now\n[01:30.23] Cash rules everything around me\n[01:32.32] C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n[01:33.55] Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n[01:35.51] Cash rules everything around me\n[01:37.40] C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n[01:39.01] Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n[01:40.63] It's been 22 long, hard years, I'm still strugglin'\n[01:43.43] Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\n[01:46.89] I peep at the shape of the streets\n[01:48.68] And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\n[01:51.48] A man with a dream with plans to make cream\n[01:54.05] Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15\n[01:56.51] A young buck sellin' drugs and such, who never had much\n[01:59.63] Tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not-\n[02:02.24] The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n[02:04.77] Pacin', goin' upstate's my destination\n[02:07.50] Handcuffed in the back of a bus, 40 of us\n[02:10.19] Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\n[02:12.51] But as the world turned, I learned life is hell\n[02:15.49] Livin' in the world no different from a cell\n[02:18.17] Every day I escape from Jakes givin' chase\n[02:20.65] Sellin' base, smokin' bones in the staircase\n[02:23.50] Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n[02:26.09] I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n[02:28.63] But I'm still depressed, and I ask, \"What's it worth?\"\n[02:31.41] Ready to give up so I seek the old Earth\n[02:33.96] Who explained workin' hard may help you maintain\n[02:36.80] To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n[02:39.27] We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n[02:42.19] And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n[02:44.74] Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof\n[02:47.21] To kick the truth to the young black youth\n[02:50.01] But shorty's runnin' wild, smokin' sess, drinkin' beer\n[02:52.80] And ain't tryna hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\n[02:55.41] Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n[02:58.32] That what? That life is hectic\n[03:00.70] Cash rules everything around me\n[03:02.74] C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n[03:04.05] Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n[03:06.10] Cash rules everything around me (my niggas gots to do what they gotta do)\n[03:08.03] C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n[03:09.42] Dollar dollar bill, y'all (to get through, know what I'm sayin'?)\n[03:11.36] Cash rules everything around me (because you can't just get by no more)\n[03:13.33] C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n[03:14.77] Dollar dollar bill, y'all (word up, you gotta get over, straight up and down)\n[03:16.71] Cash rules everything around me\n[03:18.70] C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n[03:20.06] Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n[03:26.38] Yeah, yeah\n[03:32.80] Cash rules everything around me\n[03:34.76] C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n[03:36.14] Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n[03:38.04] Cash rules everything around me\n[03:39.95] C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n[03:41.45] Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n[03:43.39] Cash rules everything around me\n[03:45.35] C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n[03:46.81] Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n[03:48.78] Cash rules everything around me\n[03:50.72] C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n[03:52.12] Dollar dollar bill, y'all-all-all, yeah\n[03:58.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: C.R.E.A.M.\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: 'Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan'\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What that nigga want, God?\n  start_ms: 70\n  end_ms: 1950\n- text: Word up, look out for the cops though (Wu-Tang five finger shit, fam)\n  start_ms: 1950\n  end_ms: 4760\n- text: Cash rules-\n  start_ms: 4760\n  end_ms: 5910\n- text: Word up, two for fives over here, baby\n  start_ms: 5910\n  end_ms: 8060\n- text: Word up, two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way\n  start_ms: 8060\n  end_ms: 11200\n- text: Word up, know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 11200\n  end_ms: 13300\n- text: Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get-\n  start_ms: 13300\n  end_ms: 16170\n- text: Yeah, check this old fly shit out, word up\n  start_ms: 16170\n  end_ms: 20490\n- text: (Cash rules everything around me) take you on a natural joint\n  start_ms: 20490\n  end_ms: 23080\n- text: (C.R.E.A.M. get the money)\n  start_ms: 23080\n  end_ms: 24220\n- text: (Dollar dollar bill, y'all) here we, here we go, check this shit, yo\n  start_ms: 24220\n  end_ms: 26420\n- text: I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\n  start_ms: 26420\n  end_ms: 29680\n- text: Stayin' alive was no jive\n  start_ms: 29680\n  end_ms: 31360\n- text: Had secondhands, Mom's bounced on old man\n  start_ms: 31360\n  end_ms: 34450\n- text: So then we moved to Shaolin land\n  start_ms: 34450\n  end_ms: 36560\n- text: A young youth, yo, rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\n  start_ms: 36560\n  end_ms: 39610\n- text: Only way I begin the G off was drug loot\n  start_ms: 39610\n  end_ms: 42560\n- text: And let's start it like this, son\n  start_ms: 42560\n  end_ms: 44390\n- text: Rollin' with this one and that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n  start_ms: 44390\n  end_ms: 47760\n- text: But it was just a dream for the teen\n  start_ms: 47760\n  end_ms: 49950\n- text: Who was a fiend, started smokin' woolies at 16\n  start_ms: 49950\n  end_ms: 53140\n- text: And runnin' up in gates and doin' hits for high stakes\n  start_ms: 53140\n  end_ms: 56450\n- text: Makin' my way on fire escapes\n  start_ms: 56450\n  end_ms: 58410\n- text: No question, I would speed for cracks and weed\n  start_ms: 58410\n  end_ms: 61490\n- text: The combination made my eyes bleed\n  start_ms: 61490\n  end_ms: 63840\n- text: No question, I would flow off and try to get the dough all\n  start_ms: 63840\n  end_ms: 66890\n- text: Stickin' up white boys in ball courts\n  start_ms: 66890\n  end_ms: 69130\n- text: My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\n  start_ms: 69130\n  end_ms: 72480\n- text: Times is rough and tough like leather\n  start_ms: 72480\n  end_ms: 74410\n- text: Figured out I went the wrong route\n  start_ms: 74410\n  end_ms: 76370\n- text: So I got with a sick-ass clique and went all out\n  start_ms: 76370\n  end_ms: 79760\n- text: Catchin' keys from 'cross seas\n  start_ms: 79760\n  end_ms: 81670\n- text: Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made 40 G's\n  start_ms: 81670\n  end_ms: 85130\n- text: Yo, nigga, respect mine, or here go the TEC-9\n  start_ms: 85130\n  end_ms: 88250\n- text: Ch-chick-pow! 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Move from the gate now\n\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n\n  It's been 22 long, hard years, I'm still strugglin'\n  Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\n  I peep at the shape of the streets\n  And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\n  A man with a dream with plans to make cream\n  Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15\n  A young buck sellin' drugs and such, who never had much\n  Tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not-\n\n  The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n  Pacin', goin' upstate's my destination\n  Handcuffed in the back of a bus, 40 of us\n  Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\n  But as the world turned, I learned life is hell\n  Livin' in the world no different from a cell\n  Every day I escape from Jakes givin' chase\n  Sellin' base, smokin' bones in the staircase\n\n  Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n  I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n  But I'm still depressed, and I ask, \"What's it worth?\"\n  Ready to give up so I seek the old Earth\n  Who explained workin' hard may help you maintain\n  To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n  We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n  And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\n  Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof\n  To kick the truth to the young black youth\n  But shorty's runnin' wild, smokin' sess, drinkin' beer\n  And ain't tryna hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\n  Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n  That what? That life is hectic\n\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me (my niggas gots to do what they gotta do)\n  C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  Dollar dollar bill, y'all (to get through, know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Cash rules everything around me (because you can't just get by no more)\n  C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  Dollar dollar bill, y'all (word up, you gotta get over, straight up and down)\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  Dollar dollar bill, y'all-all-all, yeah\n"},{"id":6968601,"name":"C.R.E.A.M.","trackName":"C.R.E.A.M.","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu: The Story of the Wu‐Tang Clan","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What that nigga want, God?\nWord up, look out for the cops though (Wu-Tang five finger shit, fam)\nCash rules-\nWord up, two for fives over here, baby\nWord up, two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way\nWord up, know what I'm sayin'?\nCash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get-\nYeah, check this old fly shit out, word up\n(Cash rules everything around me) take you on a natural joint\n(C.R.E.A.M. get the money)\n(Dollar dollar bill, y'all) here we, here we go, check this shit, yo\n\nI grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\nStayin' alive was no jive\nHad secondhands, Mom's bounced on old man\nSo then we moved to Shaolin land\nA young youth, yo, rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\nOnly way I begin the G off was drug loot\nAnd let's start it like this, son\nRollin' with this one and that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n\nBut it was just a dream for the teen\nWho was a fiend, started smokin' woolies at 16\nAnd runnin' up in gates and doin' hits for high stakes\nMakin' my way on fire escapes\nNo question, I would speed for cracks and weed\nThe combination made my eyes bleed\nNo question, I would flow off and try to get the dough all\nStickin' up white boys in ball courts\n\nMy life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\nTimes is rough and tough like leather\nFigured out I went the wrong route\nSo I got with a sick-ass clique and went all out\nCatchin' keys from 'cross seas\nRollin' in MPV's, every week we made 40 G's\nYo, nigga, respect mine, or here go the TEC-9\nCh-chick-pow! Move from the gate now\n\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M., get the money\nDollar dollar bill, y'all\nCash rules everything around me\nC.R.E.A.M., get the money\nDollar dollar bill, y'all\n\nIt's been 22 long, hard years, I'm still strugglin'\nSurvival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\nI peep at the shape of the streets\nAnd stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\nA man with a dream with plans to make cream\nWhich failed; I went to jail at the age of 15\nA young buck sellin' drugs and such, who never had much\nTryin' to get a clutch at what I could not-\n\nThe court played me short, now I face incarceration\nPacin', goin' upstate's my destination\nHandcuffed in the back of a bus, 40 of us\nLife as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\nBut as the world turned, I learned life is hell\nLivin' in the world no different from a cell\nEvery day I escape from Jakes givin' chase\nSellin' base, smokin' bones in the staircase\n\nThough I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\nI guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\nBut I'm still depressed, and I ask, \"What's it worth?\"\nReady to give up so I seek the old Earth\nWho explained workin' hard may help you maintain\nTo learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\nWe got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\nAnd stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\nLeave it up to me while I be livin' proof\nTo kick the truth to the young black youth\nBut shorty's runnin' wild, smokin' sess, drinkin' beer\nAnd ain't tryna hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\nNeglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\nThat what? 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Move from the gate now\n[01:30.23] Cash rules everything around me\n[01:32.32] C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n[01:33.55] Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n[01:35.51] Cash rules everything around me\n[01:37.40] C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n[01:39.01] Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n[01:40.63] It's been 22 long, hard years, I'm still strugglin'\n[01:43.43] Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\n[01:46.89] I peep at the shape of the streets\n[01:48.68] And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\n[01:51.48] A man with a dream with plans to make cream\n[01:54.05] Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15\n[01:56.51] A young buck sellin' drugs and such, who never had much\n[01:59.63] Tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not-\n[02:02.24] The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n[02:04.77] Pacin', goin' upstate's my destination\n[02:07.50] Handcuffed in the back of a bus, 40 of us\n[02:10.19] Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\n[02:12.51] But as the world turned, I learned life is hell\n[02:15.49] Livin' in the world no different from a cell\n[02:18.17] Every day I escape from Jakes givin' chase\n[02:20.65] Sellin' base, smokin' bones in the staircase\n[02:23.50] Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n[02:26.09] I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n[02:28.63] But I'm still depressed, and I ask, \"What's it worth?\"\n[02:31.41] Ready to give up so I seek the old Earth\n[02:33.96] Who explained workin' hard may help you maintain\n[02:36.80] To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n[02:39.27] We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n[02:42.19] And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n[02:44.74] Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof\n[02:47.21] To kick the truth to the young black youth\n[02:50.01] But shorty's runnin' wild, smokin' sess, drinkin' beer\n[02:52.80] And ain't tryna hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\n[02:55.41] Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n[02:58.32] That what? 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Move from the gate now\n  start_ms: 88250\n  end_ms: 90230\n- text: Cash rules everything around me\n  start_ms: 90230\n  end_ms: 92320\n- text: C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  start_ms: 92320\n  end_ms: 93550\n- text: Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n  start_ms: 93550\n  end_ms: 95510\n- text: Cash rules everything around me\n  start_ms: 95510\n  end_ms: 97400\n- text: C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  start_ms: 97400\n  end_ms: 99010\n- text: Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n  start_ms: 99010\n  end_ms: 100630\n- text: It's been 22 long, hard years, I'm still strugglin'\n  start_ms: 100630\n  end_ms: 103430\n- text: Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\n  start_ms: 103430\n  end_ms: 106890\n- text: I peep at the shape of the streets\n  start_ms: 106890\n  end_ms: 108680\n- text: And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\n  start_ms: 108680\n  end_ms: 111480\n- text: A man with a dream with plans to make cream\n  start_ms: 111480\n  end_ms: 114050\n- text: Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15\n  start_ms: 114050\n  end_ms: 116510\n- text: A young buck sellin' drugs and such, who never had much\n  start_ms: 116510\n  end_ms: 119630\n- text: Tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not-\n  start_ms: 119630\n  end_ms: 122240\n- text: The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n  start_ms: 122240\n  end_ms: 124770\n- text: Pacin', goin' upstate's my destination\n  start_ms: 124770\n  end_ms: 127500\n- text: Handcuffed in the back of a bus, 40 of us\n  start_ms: 127500\n  end_ms: 130190\n- text: Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\n  start_ms: 130190\n  end_ms: 132510\n- text: But as the world turned, I learned life is hell\n  start_ms: 132510\n  end_ms: 135490\n- text: Livin' in the world no different from a cell\n  start_ms: 135490\n  end_ms: 138170\n- text: Every day I escape from Jakes givin' chase\n  start_ms: 138170\n  end_ms: 140650\n- text: Sellin' base, smokin' bones in the staircase\n  start_ms: 140650\n  end_ms: 143500\n- text: Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n  start_ms: 143500\n  end_ms: 146090\n- text: I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n  start_ms: 146090\n  end_ms: 148630\n- text: But I'm still depressed, and I ask, \"What's it worth?\"\n  start_ms: 148630\n  end_ms: 151410\n- text: Ready to give up so I seek the old Earth\n  start_ms: 151410\n  end_ms: 153960\n- text: Who explained workin' hard may help you maintain\n  start_ms: 153960\n  end_ms: 156800\n- text: To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n  start_ms: 156800\n  end_ms: 159270\n- text: We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n  start_ms: 159270\n  end_ms: 162190\n- text: And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n  start_ms: 162190\n  end_ms: 164740\n- text: Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof\n  start_ms: 164740\n  end_ms: 167210\n- text: To kick the truth to the young black youth\n  start_ms: 167210\n  end_ms: 170010\n- text: But shorty's runnin' wild, smokin' sess, drinkin' beer\n  start_ms: 170010\n  end_ms: 172800\n- text: And ain't tryna hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\n  start_ms: 172800\n  end_ms: 175410\n- text: Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n  start_ms: 175410\n  end_ms: 178320\n- text: That what? That life is hectic\n  start_ms: 178320\n  end_ms: 180700\n- text: Cash rules everything around me\n  start_ms: 180700\n  end_ms: 182740\n- text: C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  start_ms: 182740\n  end_ms: 184050\n- text: Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n  start_ms: 184050\n  end_ms: 186100\n- text: Cash rules everything around me (my niggas gots to do what they gotta do)\n  start_ms: 186100\n  end_ms: 188030\n- text: C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  start_ms: 188030\n  end_ms: 189420\n- text: Dollar dollar bill, y'all (to get through, know what I'm sayin'?)\n  start_ms: 189420\n  end_ms: 191360\n- text: Cash rules everything around me (because you can't just get by no more)\n  start_ms: 191360\n  end_ms: 193330\n- text: C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  start_ms: 193330\n  end_ms: 194770\n- text: Dollar dollar bill, y'all (word up, you gotta get over, straight up and down)\n  start_ms: 194770\n  end_ms: 196710\n- text: Cash rules everything around me\n  start_ms: 196710\n  end_ms: 198700\n- text: C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  start_ms: 198700\n  end_ms: 200060\n- text: Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n  start_ms: 200060\n  end_ms: 206380\n- text: Yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 206380\n  end_ms: 212800\n- text: Cash rules everything around me\n  start_ms: 212800\n  end_ms: 214760\n- text: C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  start_ms: 214760\n  end_ms: 216140\n- text: Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n  start_ms: 216140\n  end_ms: 218040\n- text: Cash rules everything around me\n  start_ms: 218040\n  end_ms: 219950\n- text: C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  start_ms: 219950\n  end_ms: 221450\n- text: Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n  start_ms: 221450\n  end_ms: 223390\n- text: Cash rules everything around me\n  start_ms: 223390\n  end_ms: 225350\n- text: C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  start_ms: 225350\n  end_ms: 226810\n- text: Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n  start_ms: 226810\n  end_ms: 228780\n- text: Cash rules everything around me\n  start_ms: 228780\n  end_ms: 230720\n- text: C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  start_ms: 230720\n  end_ms: 232120\n- text: Dollar dollar bill, y'all-all-all, yeah\n  start_ms: 232120\n  end_ms: 238840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 238840\nplain: |-\n  What that nigga want, God?\n  Word up, look out for the cops though (Wu-Tang five finger shit, fam)\n  Cash rules-\n  Word up, two for fives over here, baby\n  Word up, two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way\n  Word up, know what I'm sayin'?\n  Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get-\n  Yeah, check this old fly shit out, word up\n  (Cash rules everything around me) take you on a natural joint\n  (C.R.E.A.M. get the money)\n  (Dollar dollar bill, y'all) here we, here we go, check this shit, yo\n\n  I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\n  Stayin' alive was no jive\n  Had secondhands, Mom's bounced on old man\n  So then we moved to Shaolin land\n  A young youth, yo, rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\n  Only way I begin the G off was drug loot\n  And let's start it like this, son\n  Rollin' with this one and that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n\n  But it was just a dream for the teen\n  Who was a fiend, started smokin' woolies at 16\n  And runnin' up in gates and doin' hits for high stakes\n  Makin' my way on fire escapes\n  No question, I would speed for cracks and weed\n  The combination made my eyes bleed\n  No question, I would flow off and try to get the dough all\n  Stickin' up white boys in ball courts\n\n  My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\n  Times is rough and tough like leather\n  Figured out I went the wrong route\n  So I got with a sick-ass clique and went all out\n  Catchin' keys from 'cross seas\n  Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made 40 G's\n  Yo, nigga, respect mine, or here go the TEC-9\n  Ch-chick-pow! Move from the gate now\n\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n\n  It's been 22 long, hard years, I'm still strugglin'\n  Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\n  I peep at the shape of the streets\n  And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep\n  A man with a dream with plans to make cream\n  Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15\n  A young buck sellin' drugs and such, who never had much\n  Tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not-\n\n  The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n  Pacin', goin' upstate's my destination\n  Handcuffed in the back of a bus, 40 of us\n  Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough\n  But as the world turned, I learned life is hell\n  Livin' in the world no different from a cell\n  Every day I escape from Jakes givin' chase\n  Sellin' base, smokin' bones in the staircase\n\n  Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n  I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n  But I'm still depressed, and I ask, \"What's it worth?\"\n  Ready to give up so I seek the old Earth\n  Who explained workin' hard may help you maintain\n  To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n  We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n  And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\n  Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof\n  To kick the truth to the young black youth\n  But shorty's runnin' wild, smokin' sess, drinkin' beer\n  And ain't tryna hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\n  Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n  That what? That life is hectic\n\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me (my niggas gots to do what they gotta do)\n  C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  Dollar dollar bill, y'all (to get through, know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Cash rules everything around me (because you can't just get by no more)\n  C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  Dollar dollar bill, y'all (word up, you gotta get over, straight up and down)\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  Dollar dollar bill, y'all\n  Cash rules everything around me\n  C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  Dollar dollar bill, y'all-all-all, yeah\n"}]