Karaoké C.R.E.A.M. Wu-Tang Clan

What that nigga want, God?

Word up

Look out for the cops though

Wu-Tang five finger shit

Word up

Two for fives over here baby

Word up

Two for fives niggas got garbage down the way

Word up

Know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah

Check this old fly shit out

Word up

Take you on a natural joint

Here we here we go

Check this shit yo

I grew up on the crime side the New York Times side

Stayin' alive was no jive

Had secondhands

Mom's bounced on old man

So then we moved to Shaolin land

A young youth yo rockin' the gold tooth 'lo goose

Only way I begin the G off was drug loot

And let's start it like this son

Rollin' with this one and that one

Pullin' out gats for fun

But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend

Started smokin' woolies at sixteen

And runnin' up in gates and doin' hits for high stakes

Makin' my way on fire escapes

No question I would speed for cracks and weed

The combination made my eyes bleed

No question I would flow off

And try to get the dough all

Stickin' up white boys in ball courts

My life got no better same damn 'Lo sweater

Times is rough and tough like leather

Figured out I went the wrong route

So I got with a sick-ass clique and went all out

Catchin' keys from 'cross seas

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

Yo nigga respect mine or here go the TEC-9

Ch-chick-pow!

Move from the gate now

It's been twenty-two long hard years I'm still strugglin'

Survival got me buggin' but I'm alive on arrival

I peep at the shape of the streets

And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep

A man with a dream with plans to make cream

Which failed I went to jail at the age of fifteen

A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much

Tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not

The court played me short now I face incarceration

Pacin' goin' upstate's my destination

Handcuffed in the back of a bus forty of us

Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough

But as the world turned I learned life is hell

Livin' in the world no different from a cell

Every day I escape from Jakes givin' chase

Sellin' base smokin' bones in the staircase

Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess

I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed

But I'm still depressed and I ask what's it worth?

Ready to give up so I seek the old Earth

Who explained workin' hard may help you maintain

To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain

We got stick-up kids corrupt cops and crack rocks

And stray shots all on the block that stays hot

Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof

To kick the truth to the young black youth

But shorty's runnin' wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer

And ain't tryin' to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear

Neglected for now but yo it gots to be accepted

That what?

That life is hectic

Niggas got to do what they got to do to get through

Know what I'm sayin'?

Because you can't just get by no more

Word up you gotta get over straight up and down