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)