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from Black And White [Explicit Version] (Black And White) [ost] (2000)
(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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from Black And White [Explicit Version] (Black And White) [ost] (2000)
[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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from Black and White [Clean Version] (Black and White) [ost] (2000)
(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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from Black and White [Clean Version] (Black and White) [ost] (2000)
[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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| from 크림팀 - 크리스마스의 악몽 Pt.1 : The Nightmare before CREAMTEAMas [single] (2010) | |||||
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| from 크림팀 - 크리스마스의 악몽 Pt.1 : The Nightmare before CREAMTEAMas [single] (2010) | |||||
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