作曲 : DJ Cut Killer
I grew up on the crime side
the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second hands moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth yo rocking
the gold tooth 'Lo goose
Only way I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son rolling with this one
And that one pulling out gats for fun
But it was just the dream for
the teen who was a fiend
Started smoking woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates and
doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off
and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
Catching keys from across seas
Rolling in MPV's every week we made forty G's
Yo ***** respect mine or anger the tech nine
Chchickpow Move from the gate now
Cash rules everything around me
Cream get the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
Cash rules everything around me
Cream get the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
It's been twentytwo long
hard years of still struggling
Survival got me bugging but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways
of the world 'cuz shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make Cream
Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck selling drugs
and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not
The court played me short
now I face incarceration
Pacing going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is Hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes
giving chase selling base
Smoking bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed and I ask what's it worth
Ready to give up so I seek the old earth
Who explained working
hard may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids corrupt
cops and crack rocks
And stray shots all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild
smoking sess drinking beer
And aingt trying to hear
what I'm kicking in his ear
Neglected but now but yo it gots to be accepted
That what That life is hectic
Cash rules everything around me
Cream get the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
Cash rules everything around me
Niggas get the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
Cash rules everything around me
Cream get the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
Cash rules everything around me
Cream get the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all