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i grew up on wu-tang - game lyrics

i grew up on the crime side, the new york times side
staying alive was no jive
had secondhands, mom’s bounced on old man

so then we moved to shaolin land
a young youth, yo, rocking the gold tooth, ‘lo goose
only way i be gettin’ the g off was drug loot
and let’s start it like this son
rolling with this one and that one
(bongo by the way)

(red wallabies) buzzing with my killa beez
chronic had my eyes ch-nky like compton was the philippines
junior prom, red suit, tasha in that limousine
tryna suck the head off my d-ck like a guillotine
came in her mouth, then gave her some listerine
put a condom on and let her grind it like a centipede
(cash rules everything around me)
before dre found me, before my city crowned me
b-mmy lil n-gg-, p-ssy n-gg-s used to clown me
had to wear my brother’s clothes, them sh-ts used to drown me
6 years p-ssed now i’m banging in the county
n-gg-s that used to talk sh-t won’t even come around me
reciting method man while my celly just sit there
n-gg-s know i been on the wu before ric flair
came home through the hood, gx shining
now these b-tches think i’m lex diamonds

n-gg- i grew up on wu-tang
n-gg- i grew up on wu-tang
(cash rules everything around me)
(cash rules everything around me)

i grew up on wu-tang, dope had my shoe game liu kang
jordan 12’s sick as h-ll, michael jordan flu game
gl-ss jar, pyrex, obsessed with the blue flame
lexus coupe, rubbing on them t-tties boy, 2 chainz
top of the food chain, n-gg-s wanna kill me
cause i turned into the plug, i’m where the chronic and the pills be
rza with the rings, ol’ dirty with the stainless
five .38 revolvers, thirty-six chambers
killah like ghostface, as the rollie rotate
daytons on the s-cl-ss equipped with the floor safe
and we had the stash spots with them red and blue tops
chronic in the glaad lock, the dope spot padlocked
in the living room bagging sh-t up watching matlock
black glock, crack rock bundled in my black socks
and my mama working late, skinny n-gg- serving weight
let the chronic circulate the purple tape

i grew up on wu-tang
n-gg- i grew up on wu-tang
(cash rules everything around me)
(cash rules everything around me)
(c.r.e.a.m. get the money, dollar, dollar bill y’all)

- game lyrics

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