Funkmaster Flex, Harlem Hoodz , Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Cream Team Line Up lyrics

Get that? They gonna respect me
(Just just slay on em when you come back)

Yo, the effervesence of my team be cool, calm
Persuasive, deadly, posessive
Manic depressive

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
Turnin' up the kettle-in', we be veterans

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 out of Chandon, we gon order some more
You got, ones in your crib
Then I'm outside your door

Twist a black Dutch up, whattup, crane style
Chain style
Magnolium Rock, twenty-eight thou', plus
Gorgeous, Star Trek cordless

Flashback freeze
Chedder in the sweater three keys
Myer Lans' stance, Don Steez

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

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 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

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

Baby what, peep the black dust
Diamond in the rough

Playin shadows
Ridin on the track side-saddle
Long John Silver
The God on your block like God-zilla

Aiyyo, spit for me, hear me, Cream Team

Yo come back, switch slang theory
American Cream with no I in the team
Laser beam

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?

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"

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