Tang Clan Harlem Hoodz Wu Tang Cream Team Line Up Aka ` Lyrics

Tang Clan Harlem Hoodz   Wu Tang Cream Team Line Up Aka ` lyrics

Rae]	Aiyyo, American Cream Team productions, bustin 

 [THH]	Harlem World, Shaolin 

 [Rae]	We back.. and we ain't goin nowhere 

 	Get that?  They gonna respect me 

 	(Just just slay on em when you come back) 

  

 [The Harlem Hoodz] 

 Yo, the effervesence of my team be cool, calm 

 Persuasive, deadly, posessive, manic depressive 

 In the golden art, [niggaz] get torn apart 

 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 

 Turn another 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 down to Sean John, we gon order some more 

 You got, ones in your crib, then I'm outside your door 

  

 [Raekwon the Chef] 

 Twist a black Dutch up, whattup, crane style, chain style 

 Magnolium Rock, twenty-eight thou', plus 

 gorgeous, Star Trek cordless 

 Finish the [bitch] we in it, need more fish in the fortress 

 Flashback freeze, shatter in the sweater three keys 

 Myer Lans' stance, Don Steez 

  

 Chorus: Raekwon 

  

 Yo, take time out, hold your nine out 

 Polly with the all time lineup, send mine to shine, what? 

 Cream Team lifestyle, aight now.. 

 .. ground 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 

  

 [Inspektah Deck] 

 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 [fuckin] with Hoodz, get your goods pushed back 

 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 

 Thunderous, movin hundreds, we on the run 

  

 [Harlem Hoodz] 

 Who bring that Harlem World Willie [shit] the best, we know 

 New Jack City 2, ?Banky? be Nino 

 600 Benz-ino, midnight blue 

 Put a dime in the front, I'm off to slide pipe through 

  

 [Method Man] 

 Yo, it's us, the Cold Crush, ice [niggaz] plush 

 Baby what, peep the black dust, diamond in the rough 

 Give a [fuck], I'm like iodine, see me in the cut? 

 Playin shadows, ridin on the track side-saddle 

 Long John Silver, the God on your block like God-zilla 

 *RRAWWARRR* She gave away my [pussy] I'ma kill her 

  

 Chorus: Raekwon 

  

 Aiyyo, spit for me, hear me, Cream Team 

 Wake these [niggaz] up they ain't hear me, promotin on Leary 

 Yo come back, switch slang theory 

 American Cream with no I in the team, laser beam 

  

 [Killa Sin] 

 Aiyyo I keep my [shit] baggedy, pants saggy, millionaire faculty 

 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? 

  

 Chorus: Raekwon 

  

 Yo, take time out, hold your nine out 

 Polly with the all time lineup, send mine to shine, what? 

 Cream Team lifestyle, aight now.. 

 .. ground 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.." 

  

 [Funk Flex] 

 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