American Cream Team feat. Raekwon & RZA - It's Not a Game

[Lyrics:]
[Lord Superb]
Black and White, so we movie settin
Movie settin

[Chorus 2x: Lord Superb]
If you don't stand for this life, you fall for anything
I stand for Cream Team, see we plan our dreams
Shit ain't a game, we don't run game, we run businesses
Watch us shine, and the world be our witnesses

[Raekwon]
Observe real though, half seal on the blow, Robert DeNiro dough
Gun deliero yo, let the steel blow, hear me yo
Wild trump style, dons connect three-hundred ones wild
Floatin like a mackerel, that's foul, most craziest
Laziest, All Eye Seein, blaze this, major this
Mechanic wrecker on the beige disc, pain weather level bank rolls
Freak the plain clothes, Lex big six arrange those
Snotty-nose pros, dark skin hoes
Crazy ill fly Jersey expos
Neck froze, fuck your sets, Slash vet those
Still the Lex knows, gaseline jump up on with the most
fly livest cortex's made in Mexico
Bricks 15-5, Celine Dion ties
2009, bubble-eye, swollen like..
Yo, the theme cries, rollin for CREAM
Yo, now watch them laser beam rise, slang pies
Doing our thing, thighs

[Twiz]
The chain of command is effective immediately
For cause and effect, and cause for your death
Black suburbans at nights, with no lights
Ram you off Hollywood hills, tearin off the doors of your Lex
Steel Magnolia, fear is takin over ya
If you ain't bowling, we rolling straight over ya
If you ain't real about it, don't talk, hollow clips evict ya
You sick, supper for the hawks, send 'em missiles at your ear like
*missile sound* What was it? Bus-bus-it! Blow pass and plus bugs
They rather not see you in Malibu
eatin veal, strength recognize strength, real recognize real

[Chorus 2x]

[Chip Banks]
It ain't a game dick, you know us, European wiz
Chains frost bit, Peter play pawsn, I pay the boss kid
Heavens to megatroys even, sent the heat pass to camp
Left your shirt damp, now you barely breathin
Slow leakin, look after your people weepin
I ain't have to Quickdraw McGraw you out the 52 block you
Switch my stance up, south paw drop you
You got small digits, your bitch's midgets to mine
You sipped valentine, I'm Crown Royal
Sit back laughin while your plans foil
Y'all funny style, you never make it to trial
It ain't a game kid

[Rhyme Recka]
World premier, medal gear, fanfare, stand clear
All jokes aside, this is our year, still fear for real y'all
Strictly business, bare witness, New York City sickness
Simple street principle, Cream Team invincible
Money interchangeable, bulletproof Benzes
Ralph Lauren lens, soldiers in the trenches
Expansion, four car garage mini-mansion
Consolidated regiment, connects like the president
Excellent, rock waves with three-sixty measurements
Chrome rims, new Timbs, exotic shades for rare gems
Real estate, corporation mind state
Prosperity, dealin with the highest of integrity
Steadily, Wall Street bound, walkin on holy ground
To give is the greatest of all, I spread my love around
Young black multi, this ain't a game son, we run businesses
This ain't a game son, we run businesses

[Chorus 2X]

[RZA]
Boodoo..
Yo, I burst like a seed crackin through the earth, flower blossoming
For your rhymes sickness, spittin anti-toxin
One smirk get your neck jerked
Dynamic mic tech squirt, lyrics splurt
Blast an expert to his head, 'til his legs hurt
Knees become wobbily, King I Love Love, Born Equal Equality
Bring bodily harm, Bobby probably bust a brain artery
Kidnap the track, I could rap to the hot hats
My wide-screen Imax lyric thoughts cause the climax
Wu instrumental breaks smash crash the astro tape
Live performance concert makes shorty wop masturbate
In the tub, legs open, water be rushing from the faucet
Think about the Wu-Tang, gangbang, she almost lost it
I move from the dirty marked Turks where the heart hurts
Distill to the heavenly fine hills where the God lurks
Their days are no countin, son thoughts could move a mountain
So much joy in his eyes it'll make you cry a fountain
You purse snatch while I earth snatch and take the earth back
Have you runnin like devils being chased by the church

Category:

Music

Tags:

• American
• Cream
• Team
• feat
• Raekwon
• RZA
• t's
• Not
• Game

[antropoloco]

fuck this censored song !

[MADNEWYORKER914]

This New York schitt ain't no game!!!!!

[4eyenigga]

raekwon kill it straight

[knetik]

RZA murdered that shit..one of his nicest verses...

[Pyxike]

sh itt :/