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  • Game – I Grew Up On Wu-Tang (1992 Album) letras

    [Sample: Raekwon]
    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)

    [Verse 1]
    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
    Bummie 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 cellie 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)

    [Verse 2]
    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, Old Dirty with the stainless
    5 .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 gladlock
    The dope spot padlocked
    In the living room bagging shit up watching Matt Lock
    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)