Funkmaster Flex Wu-tang Cream Team Line Up - Wu-tang Clan Harlem Hoodz Lyrics

Wu-tang Cream Team Line Up - Wu-tang Clan Harlem Hoodz Lyrics

[Raekwon]	Aiyyo, American Cream Team productions, bustin

[Chip Banks]	Harlem World, Shaolin

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

		Get that?  They gonna respect me

		(Just just slay on em when you come back)



[Baby Thad]

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



[Chip Banks]

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..

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



[Inspectah 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 [shit]



[Chip Banks]

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

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



[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's] raggety, 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..

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.."



[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