I Grew up on Wu-Tang
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) Buzzin' with my Killa Beez
Chronic had my eyes chinky like Compton was the Philippines
Junior prom, red suit, Tasha in that limousine
Tryna suck the head off my dick 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
Bummy lil' nigga, pussy niggas used to clown me
Had to wear my brother's clothes, them shits used to drown me
Six years passed, now I'm banging in the county
Niggas that used to talk shit, won't even come around me
Reciting Method Man while my celly just sit there
Niggas know I been on the Wu before Ric Flair
Came home through the hood, GX shinin'
Now these bitches think I'm Lex Diamonds
Nigga I grew up on Wu-Tang
Nigga 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 hell, Michael Jordan flu game
Glass jar, Pyrex, obsessed with the blue flame
Lexus coupe, rubbin' on them titties boy, 2 Chainz
Top of the food chain, niggas 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, 36 chambers
Killah like Ghostface, as the Rollie rotate
Daytons on the S-Class 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 baggin' shit up, watchin' Matlock
Black Glock, crack rock bundled in my black socks
And my mama workin' late, skinny nigga servin' weight
Let the chronic circulate the Purple Tape
I grew up on Wu-Tang
Nigga 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)
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) Buzzin' with my Killa Beez
Chronic had my eyes chinky like Compton was the Philippines
Junior prom, red suit, Tasha in that limousine
Tryna suck the head off my dick 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
Bummy lil' nigga, pussy niggas used to clown me
Had to wear my brother's clothes, them shits used to drown me
Six years passed, now I'm banging in the county
Niggas that used to talk shit, won't even come around me
Reciting Method Man while my celly just sit there
Niggas know I been on the Wu before Ric Flair
Came home through the hood, GX shinin'
Now these bitches think I'm Lex Diamonds
Nigga I grew up on Wu-Tang
Nigga 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 hell, Michael Jordan flu game
Glass jar, Pyrex, obsessed with the blue flame
Lexus coupe, rubbin' on them titties boy, 2 Chainz
Top of the food chain, niggas 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, 36 chambers
Killah like Ghostface, as the Rollie rotate
Daytons on the S-Class 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 baggin' shit up, watchin' Matlock
Black Glock, crack rock bundled in my black socks
And my mama workin' late, skinny nigga servin' weight
Let the chronic circulate the Purple Tape
I grew up on Wu-Tang
Nigga 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)
Credits
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Clifford Smith, Russell T. Jones, Dennis David Coles, Corey Woods, Isaac Hayes, Lamont Hawkins, David Porter, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Jason S. Hunter, Stanley Bernard Benton, Gary E. Grice, Uforo Imeh Ebong, Cash Jones
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