American Cream Team, RZA, Raekwon - It's Not a Game lyrics

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 watch the
World be our witnesses

Observe real though half cieling of blow
Robert Deniro dough gun dalero yo
Let the steel blow
Hear me yo, wild trump style
Dons connect three hundred ones wow
Floatin' like a maccarel, thats foul
Most craziest, laziest
All eye seein', blaze this majorness
Mechanic record on a beige disc
Pain, whatever level bankrolls
Frequent plain clothes
Lex spit six, arrange those snot nose pros


Dark skin hoes crazy ill fly jersey Expos
Neck froze fuck your set, slash vetos
Still Lex knows
Gasoline jumper on with the most fly
Livest Gortex made in Mexico
Bricks Fifteen Five celine Dion ties
Two Thousand dollar bubble eyes
Yo, the theme cries
Rollin' for cream yo now watch
The laser beam rise sling pies
Doin' our thing high

The chain of command
Is effective immediately
The cause and effect it calls for your death
Black suburbans at night with no lights
Ram you off Hollywood Hills
Tearin' off the doors to your Lex
Steel Magnolia fear is takin' over ya
If you ain't bowlin' we
Rollin' straight over ya
If you ain't real about it don't talk
Hollow clips evict you
Set supper for the Hawks
Send a missile at your ear like
(whizz whizz) "what was it?"
Buzz the buzzers
Blow past with clutch buckets
They'd rather not see you
In Malibu eatin' veal
Strength recognize strength
Real recognize real

It ain't a game dick
You know us, European whips chain frost bit
Peter pay Paul now pay the boss kid
Heavens to murgatroyd, even
Sent the heat rash to your camp
Left his shirt there now you barely
Breathin' slow leakin'
Look at your people weepin'
I ain't have to quickdraw Mcgraw you
I could Fifty Two block you
Switch my stance up Southpaw, drop you
You got small digit's
Your riches is midgets to mine
You sip Ballantine, I'm crown Royale
Sit back laughin' while ya'll plans foyale
Ya'll funny style
You'll never make it to trial
It ain't a game kid

World premier, metal gear
Fanfare, stand clear
All jokes aside, this is our year
Still here for real ya'll, bare witness
This is business newYork City's sickness
Simple street principle
Cream team invincible money interchangable
Bulletproof Benzes ralph Lauren lenses
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 chains with red gems real estate
Corporation mindstate prosperity
Dealin' with the highest of integrity
Steadily, wall street bound
Walkin' on Holy ground
Give is the greatest of all
I spread my love around
Young black multi, this ain't a game son
We run businesses

I burst like a seed
Crackin' through the earth flower blossomin'
For your rhyme sickness spittin' anti-toxin
Best merk get your neck jerked
Dynamic mic teck squirt
Lyrics splurt blast the expert
To his head 'till his legs hurt
Knees become wobbly
King got love-love, born equal equality
Bring bodily harm
Probably bust a brain artery
Kidnap the track
I could rap to the high hats
My widescreen imax lyric spread
Until the climax
Wu instrumental breaks scratch
Past the aftertake live performance concert
Make shorty wop masturbate
In the tub legs open water
Be rushin' from the faucet
Thinkin' about the Wu Tang gang
Bang she almost lost it
I move from the blood marked turf
Where the heart hurts
And merk to the heavily refined
Hills where the God lurks
Everyday I'm countin'
Son, my thoughts can move a mountain
So much joy in his eyes he'll
Make you cry a fountain
You purse snatch while I earth snatch
And take the earth back
Have you runnin' like Devils bein'
Chased by the church