[Raekwon]Aiyyo, American Cream Team productions, bustin
|
[Chip Banks]Harlem World, Shaolin
|
[Raekwon]We back.. and we ain't goin nowhere
|
Get that? They gonna respect me
|
(Just just slay on em when you come back)
|
|
[Baby Thad]
|
Yo, the effervesence of my team be cool, calm
|
Persuasive, deadly, posessive, manic depressive
|
In the golden art, [niggaz] get torn apart
|
in the dark, sharks swim deeper than Noah's Ark
|
Harlem Hood, Wu breddern, stay rebellin
|
Better be, careful of the beef that you meddle in
|
Devilish advocates, death peddlin
|
Turn another kettle in, we be veterans
|
|
[Chip Banks]
|
Say no more, Banky gonna lay down the law
|
Got Hoodz that's quick on the draw to sick em on y'all
|
Them broads that you sweatin, I don't stick em no more
|
We import dimes from Singapore, bang em on tour
|
Run down to Sean John, we gon order some more
|
You got, ones in your crib, then I'm outside your door
|
|
[Raekwon the Chef]
|
Twist a black Dutch up, whattup, crane style, chain style
|
Magnolium Rock, twenty-eight thou', plus
|
gorgeous, Star Trek cordless
|
Finish the [bitch] we in it, need more fish in the fortress
|
Flashback freeze, shatter in the sweater three keys
|
Myer Lans' stance, Don Steez
|
|
Chorus: Raekwon
|
|
Yo, take time out, hold your nine out
|
Polly with the all time lineup, send mine to shine, what?
|
Cream Team lifestyle, aight now..
|
Fuck around get wiped out, mic fightin on the kite now
|
Despite thou, go against us, win it right now
|
Shed light, bring it to light, and move right
|
|
[Inspectah Deck]
|
Another sound boy dyin, crowd noise multiplyin
|
Don't let the fuzz slide in, bust out the sirens
|
Sure win, lure em in like exotic women
|
I smile with the sinister grin to finish him
|
You [fuckin] with Hoodz, get your goods pushed back
|
you fraud, pull the wool off your Hollywood act
|
Throw your body on the tracks, pull the back out your raps
|
Burn like, the human torch, lookin for collapse
|
It's the intricate, syndicate, thoughts travel infinite
|
Thunderous, movin hundreds, we on the run [shit]
|
|
[Chip Banks]
|
Who bring that Harlem World Willie [shit] the best, we know
|
New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino
|
600 Benz-ino, midnight blue
|
Put a dime in the front, I'm off to slide pipe through
|
|
[Method Man]
|
Yo, it's us, the Cold Crush, ice [niggaz] plush
|
Baby what, peep the black dust, diamond in the rough
|
Give a [fuck], I'm like iodine, see me in the cut?
|
Playin shadows, ridin on the track side-saddle
|
Long John Silver, the God on your block like God-zilla
|
*RRAWWARRR* She gave away my [pussy] I'ma kill her
|
|
Chorus: Raekwon
|
|
Aiyyo, spit for me, hear me, Cream Team
|
Wake these [niggaz] up they ain't hear me, promotin on Leary
|
Yo come back, switch slang theory
|
American Cream with no I in the team, laser beam
|
|
[Killa Sin]
|
Aiyyo I keep my [shit's] raggety, pants saggy, millionaire faculty
|
backin me up, knee deep for casualties, speak brief
|
Thoughts like a street sweep, sporadically reach peaks
|
and spaz out, bitch smack your majesty
|
Iron palm drillin through your cavity, you want it Dunn how badly
|
Got eighty cats, creepin in your alley, where your dogz at?
|
|
Chorus: Raekwon
|
|
Yo, take time out, hold your nine out
|
Polly with the all time lineup, send mine to shine, what?
|
Cream Team lifestyle, aight now..
|
Fuck around get wiped out, mic fightin on the kite now
|
Despite thou, go against us, win it right now
|
Shed light, bring it to light, and move right
|
|
"America's Cream Team.."
|
"Ah-ah-America's Cream Team.."
|
|
[Funk Flex]
|
Uh-huh, what what?
|
One time baby, big shout to the RZA
|
Big shout to my man Power
|
Big shout to Raekwon the Chef, Inspektah Deck
|
My man Method Man, big shout to my man Mel
|
Big shout to the Harlem Hoodz
|
Big up my man Killa Sin
|
Aight, you know how we do, sixty minutes of funk
|
Volume Three, Funkmaster Flex aight the final chapter baby
|
|
-----------------
|
Wu-Tang Cream Team Line Up - Wu-Tang Clan, Harlem Hoodz
|
Funkmaster Flex |