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

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

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

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