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Correct I Grew Up On Wu-Tang Lyrics
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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 (Red Wallabies) Buzzing 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 6 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 shining 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, rubbing 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, thirty-six 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 bagging shit up watching Matlock Black Glock, crack rock bundled in my black socks And my mama working late, skinny nigga serving 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)
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