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(feat. Raekwon, RZA)
[Chorus: 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 watch the World be our witnesses [repeat] [Verse 1: Raekwon] Observe real though half cieling of blow rhymin' Deniro dough dundalero 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. [Verse 2: Baby Thad] 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. [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Chip Banks] It ain't a game dick you know us, European whips chain frost bit Peter pay Paul now pay the boss kid Heavens the stakes are now 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 digits, 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. [Verse 4: Rhyme Recca] 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. [Chorus x2] [Verse 5: Rza] I burst like a sea 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 churc |
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I wanna speak to you motherfuckers for a minute, yea
China(?), yeah thanks for the lighter anybody smoke here? yeah, aight, thats more for me you punk motherfuckers look, check it out, look (Verse 1) Everybody, here was born to hustle it's a very thin line between the boss and the muscle we foot soldiers face first in the trenches only time I'm on my back is fucking these hoes and weight bitches hell's kitchen, raw kitchen never crying and bitching and settling for less metal in your chest, take a final breath revolutionary it's X-man the mercenary carry a .44 desert eagle feeding my people even if it aint legal low-ride in the regal or the cadillac money stack probably give yo ass a heart attack purchased your last cd I want my money back you see the battle Ima see you in the street survival of the first to draw the heaters and the cannons Im guaranteed to be the last man standing (Chorus 2x) crack a bottle for your hard time it's dedicated to my soldiers on the front line this one's for all of us thinking bout your casualties learn from mistakes, protect your family cause its the year 2000 (Verse 2) everybody wanna be king fuck everything all this shit is bout to me mine I hear it all the time livin life for the day easier to burn than papier-mache started with Dre graduate to radioplay I still ain't satisfied bout to blast off worldwide get in line check the politics ever wonder why only certain motherfuckers get rich ain't this a bitch barely can eat, barely can pee I dedicate my life to the street it's not for you if your stomach is weak relax with dead bodies covered with sheets thats the only time I really find peace having violent stand-offs with the police North Hollywood beef grinding my teeth have you stuck and stunned in disbelief new breed Im the bad seed smoke your weed til my mothafucking eyes bleed dedicated to the niggas that despise us so ain't nobody s'posed to be here besides us catch a flatline (Chorus 2x) Broadcastin live from Planet Los Angeles Right, heh, it's X to tha Z, Xzibit What, new millenium, (Verse 3) I was one that never begged for nothing me and my homies build penitentiary huff-it running your mouth like a bitch cause you all on my dick what is he dogg pound now? is he still with Tha Liks? is he rich? is xzibit a crip? this is business stay the fuck out of my family shit a grown man, the back of my hand is what you will see if the X-fives make you believe you check the sound scan I do the math me and my staff run a worldwide warpath a bloodbath, make Xzibit have a good laugh it's going down, hit the ground like a plane crash you lil fags ain't prepared for the X-man scared and desperate young and restless there is no guest list move to the back of the line yo its my time, prime time only where the beats and the rhyme shine (Chorus 2x) |
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(feat. Big Punisher, Kool G. Rap)
[Kool G. Rap] No doubt The real drama shit All ya rap niggas pay homage When he raps, spit atomics When verse crash the Earth like a comet Raise a prophet, make hot lava spit out like vomit We Vietnam it, scramble ya brain like an omelette Spling baby link the bomb it, keep you reek niggas in bondage A convicts we Allah, then we bomb it We trom it, it take a Terror Squad to dis arm it We layin with grenades in our palms, two hours longer [Big Punisher] Ah shit nigga, you got me started momma one of the good boys Said she got a 400 pound retarted Bronx nigga from the Projects What nigga you don't want it, cock figga figga got it You make me sick, fuckin wit Pun, youse a crazy bitch Hold him for ransom, or cut off his tongue in cause he itchin 80 stitches across cheak, 70 more for talkin cheap A buck 50 even nigga, that's regulation on the street [yo and come on scratched] "No man can go against me!" [more scratchin] "You don't stop me" [Kool G. Rap] Probaly socks soes inside the trenches Closin in for miles to inches, killin the distance, enemy flinches Death finces left for kid limus Made mine behind the barb wire fences Crossfire tent winters Saw my man blow, bandana tied tight like Rambo Burn a slug make the land glow Niggas screamin for medics and ammo Every soldier in your camp go [Big Punisher] Me and my man Joe got ya back AKA Joey Crack, AK with the mack, makin my to the pack Everyday I gotta be strapped, cuz niggas don't know how to act You don't wanna go the gap, cuz T-Squad gonna react Whatta we go? thugs and ammo, by a hundred tons of guns and rambos Just in case you comin Commando I'm a Sopranos and Corleones wit they own armies And a couple of morrenos that'll die for me [Kool G. Rap] Hammers a law under the camouflage here to take jars Put a cap inside ya cap and leave a four in your sarge Killas are large, my two trade pound gauge will sound hard For every round sabotage, bodies hit the ground hard [Big Punisher] That's a pound dog bout to get down and put the work Try the jury but it wouldn't work, skit but it wouldn't merk He glass, no glass, think fast yo ass too late, muthafucka Put a d-rap too fast [scratches] "Act like you want Drama" "Kool G. Rap" "Big Pun" "X-Executioners style" |
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| 3:22 |
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Yeah Yeah
Whitey Ford and the likwit 2000 zero zero Party just started I got the complex subjects The roughneck stature The jerk factor results and bone fractures Manufactured sounds and images Got me scramblin' like football scrimages Johnny Unitis In god I trust I don't need to get paper everytime I bust Maybe I'll do it for charity Now my label want to jerk me for my royalty I guess thats what you get for loyalty Life's a bitch don't take the shit personally CHORUS: Life's a bitch don't take it personally (3x) Life's a bitch don't take it personal Call me a visionary advasary Known to bust cherry on a young berry Now tell me how much weight can your back carry And tell me how far have you come now Im sick of all these fake rock B-boys who think they down 'cause they got a tattoo and turn their hat round Their all my sons just call me Sam Recognize who I am boy we ain't fam This ain't the sopranos You know I roll with the rythm cubanos And billions get served like McDonalds So get the fuck on before I give you a tray Year though I ride through the calley in my blinged up whip I don't fear no evil pumpin' full clip 'cause you ain't nothin but a bitch to me By 2002 you'll be history CHORUS Yo I motivate to propagate my oral linguistic Mystical science act of defiance Bitches get slapped on non-compliance Catgorize me with industry giants I'm callin shots like my man chick hearn I can mix your burn while you wait your turn I get respect in this here and that's hard to earn I don't do it for the paper I got money to burn My sole motivation is rock the whole nation Make a rhodes scholar out of a dust patient All you drug addicts with the thug tatics You might go to jail if the charge really sticks Life's a bitch don't take it personally (7x) Life's a bitch don't take it personal |
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Chorus -
(One) gun go off, showin' everything is lost (Two) hold between me and you, these the rules, c'mon (Three) yo, we gotta stand together to take cream'n (Four) without me and you the crew just could never be Verse 1: Imaginative mental, blood flyin' the most hardest niggas cock they iron foul, live like a Lion listen to the streets and your gun go off sorta like a show off jungle way of livin', hittin' dro off lifestyle changes niggas see that they gettin' anxious just to throw one in your ski hat watch your language, yeah, you fresher than a Million bucks you got a new hustle, you hardly knew niggas would envy lust they gettin' hungrier and niggas bust they lit a bigger dutch fixin' them Calicos to dig your guts detectives roam niggas come home and got a bigger dome ready to zone on what a nigga own caught in the mischief how can you live when it's a sickness that sorrounds that projects and the trenches walkin' through the bushes at night you gotta be sharp like a butcher knife subtly show up when the jooks is right and everything will have a major like whether it's black or white nobody knows until they snatch your life wake up son, the season's just a thing the mind make up it's only real kid, ha, wake up! Chorus 2x Verse 2: The meat market pardon me, the heat market chill, we got it on lock, the nigga got to sweet talkin' I gotta eat and got the beast targeted relax, my Brothers on 'role, niggas got police barkin' they want us killed, sieze the sargent blowin' each cartridge we ill, realer in each market feel the leather jacket, sleek ostrich unleash the arsonist, just popped the wig off of each hostage make it real and make his niece watch it yokin' Grandmothers up, we kill until his peeps squash it verse is somethin' mean regardless a green jar of harvest just smoke, niggas got the green Garcia's a terrifying team of heartless move on the Narcs's we only on it for extreme profits and anyway we dream darkness I saw it through the Jean Paul Gotier mint green gleam optics So wake up Son, the season's just a thing the mind make up it's only real kid, ha, wake up. Chorus 2x Verse 3: A message from Elijah's kids my eyes opened, got wise on the biz start risin' my wig seen everything I saw before had dreams behind a wall all I wanted was to balance my all make it through feedin' my kind readin' the lines on how the dollar bill is shaped and designed taught from the Eighties talk, build, and protect all Babies strong shelters with strong Ladies a nigga died, died amongst Daisies he did it for the Babies thats peace, feed 'em if they gettin' lazy. Chorus 2x |
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The police is the enemy
Hook: Everywhere the white man go he bring misery All throughout history, look it up Everything them bald heads touch they fuck it up Every government he set up, it be corrupt Revolution Dead Prez, people Army, Steve Marley, Ghetto Youth Crew What you know is who you are, who are you? Do you know who you are in the world? What is your world view? What do you go through?, what has your life showed you? What are you learnin in this so called life? Do you have principle or do you blow with the wind Do you wanna be free but don't know where to begin Do you know your enemy from your friend, even you can It's deep in this scannin the system that keepin us here Will we survive, do you believe, are we afraid Would you rather have control of your life, or be a slave Show me a sign, a pig ain't no homey of mine They own me what's mine, I show you if you loan me your nine I'm only concerned for tables to turn When the people learn the truth about the system, the cities will burn And I stand firm, like Chaka Zulu, these crackers can't stop you Who you? (Stephen Marley) I'm Crazy, Dem Crazy Just those crazy boys, right and tough This is what we be waitin for? 21st century we still poor World war, they want me to kill four What happened to the future they always predicted With new science fictional things and space visits I've seen two sides, us against them Police troops ride with four to five men Prison business is boomin, senators grin People searchin for answers, where to begin Capitilism born from the backs of blacks White folks relax, live off the kick backs Gettin work to the bone jo, build this country Further exploided by class to make money Filthy rich capilist with blood loot Use main frames systems to bank and compute With the next technology, credit to the wires Internet growth the man more suppliers Welfare, ederly checks and wage workers All us, elephants trapped in they circus Ain't fightin over man made chips no more When the lights go out, it's gonna belong to the poor (Stephen Marley) Dem crazy, dem crazy Just those crazy boys, right and tough Chorus 2X: Everything you got, is what you took from me Conditions on my block, just like me and slavery (Marley sayin more stuff) I'm feelin, oh what I feel Hook 2X (repeated twice) Where the soldiers at? Where the warriors at? Where the riders at? Where them fighters at? True soldiers don't die, long live all legends Nocturnal |
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| 4:38 |
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(feat. One Eye, Tha Outlawz)
[Intro:] Yeah, Outlawin it Fuckas aint ready for this Thug Life, like that Where you at? Fuck y'all [Young Noble] It ain't nuthin but a thug thing Let my nuts hang to the floor, oh no Please Young No', let 'em go I wan't mo' Go to the game in befo' Lettin 'em know, exactly the way the game go But it ain't No', shame in my game bitch, they know I'm flat broke, ran up in the session of an echo Now I'm trouble with the metal, had a score to settle Now it's me against the world, Young Outlaw rebel Mouthin off, what I tell you don't do that shit Give a fuck about ya fifth, I chew through that shit Do that shit, Outlawz comin equipped Spit ya rhyme now nigga, with a gun on ya lip Watch this Rhyme now nigga, spit ya rhyme now with a gun on ya lip Watch this, eat a dick, bitch [Napolean] I'm a heartless, dark nigga from out the darkness Thugged out better hand, ready to spark this Off the meter, going to my nine millimeter This Napolean, Outlaw, should be strong, willin to fly see Nothin me to fuck ya hood, gum bleed ain't nuthin to me Pussy eater, or am I a thug eater Punk beater, I show you that these slugs will they deal ya Hard be out crowd will make em the squad Probaly burn the shit apart, Napolean, Mr. Bonaparte The part of war you can call art And Jersey is a bitch reign, a cat to use a fuckin bark You faggot ass low heart ass nigga [Chorus: Tha Outlawz] Stand for something, don't fall for nothin Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin So yo button your lip just for frontin y'all get, Hit with every last bullet up in the clip Stand for something, don't fall for nothin Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin Jumpin for the hell of it, bluffin will never get a nigga rich So yo come with some better shit [One Eye] Life, bright lights and guns Gritty nights in the slum, pretty right for bum Some pain become sunshine, but when it rain I'm on the frontline Slangin dimes, bangin that one time I've done mine, one frime after the other one Massacre, clap wit ya, scatter and smother 'em You run for cover, my caliber is like the size of crumb Another dumb nigga thinkin they come? That's foul, they got you thinkin you too wild to be hung Seekin, to be broke and when the heat soakin Moapin, open ya throat nigga keep chokin [Chip Banks] Ay yo One Eye, Ya got Banky out here on the west Cream Teamin it with no vest but two techs Can't trust 'em fuck 'em, might as well buck 'em Leave 'em layin there leakin, the coroner 'a touch 'em Y'all niggas better watch what you say in your raps Better yet, who you aimin it at Cuz I'mma wanna know, where ya knuckle games at Cream Team a number one, holdin down my spot Ya corn balls got me feelin just like pop Bout to run all ya coward niggas outta hip hop When it come to Chip Banks, niggas don't know Whether to call me Banky Baby or Nino It's the Cream Team Senator/Governor Thug out a pretty sluggin ya, too much for ya While ya hidin for me, I'm fuckin ya baby mother [Chorus x2] [Outro:] Ya niggas better keep ya fuckin shit tight Come with some better shit, word up Chip Banks, done birth Fuckin world up Strife doin nigga, Cream Team Where my Harlem niggas at? East side, East West Coast, word up word up Out there, for all ya Word up Fuckin word nigga Told ya niggas it's comin |
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[Rhyme Recca]
You rather put your head in a lions mouth, they call me out I don't play games, I put a torpedo in your scout You never sold shit, never stole shit Get in a video and front like you hold shit You playing a role that been on file a hundred times Coming around with the same gun running rhymes I read your rap sheet, you ain't never did a crime Never cocked the nine, never did no federal time What's the deal baby? You act stupid, but you ain't crazy Bottomline that scarface shit don't amaze me Enemies fold like cloves when I project my flows U.F.O.'s get wet the fuck up like H20 You move too slow, bang thirty seconds behind Run if you want, fuck up, that ass is mine Play the game, learn the rules or you're bound to lose Everything is everything, it's a storm nigga [Chorus x2: Rhyme Recca] Middle finger attitude, fuck you and your crew Got connects, glocks and techs, bulletproof vests You don't want conflict, beef with us, you're stressed We the wrong ones to test, lay that ass to rest [Chip Banks] Niggas is crazy to me, I'm the cat, you rhyme about in your raps Handicaps, sound like me, how much cocaine you sold? How many grams did a kilo? And how many Columbians from Santa Fe do you know, papa? If you was in the mix, what was your price in 86 and I wanna know what type of stamps on your bricks, dicks A lot of these niggas out here is like chicks Same ol' shit, same lame shit Mr. Santana, Cream Team number, you know To my Spanish people I be numero uno Ya niggas better chill out, 'fore you get me mad up in here Pulling out mill' out, I don't care to spill out Keep my tech oiled up, cuz I'm not an amateur Bullets getting caught up in your chamber, they could damage ya Niggas see me in here smilin Yea but I'm real enough to break New York from Fantasy Island [Chorus x2] [Baby Thad] Yea, I hear you barkin, but are you really being felt? You're soft as cream puff, callin your code bluff Meantime between time, we pack Gee-stacks and key-lines we stack Sad rappin, get you delivered up the river Slipperiest nigga, sliver, snake sliver La caja fall, winter made gentlemen Pussycats all small talk and no walks Try not to focus on jokers, we wrote this Mediocre thugs, full of hocus-pocus Disappear, huh? Reappear underground Cold and layin stiff like vultures Got your car pulled, you're queer, you're weak Shakin and shivering, scared to speak Ran through tons of herbs, huh? You get smacked, silly, be quiet, mums the worth [Chorus x4] |
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