Yo, American Cream Team Productions
Bussin'
We back
And we ain't goin' nowhere
Niggas on the streets lean on it, we ain't goin' back
The effervescence of my team be cool, calm
Persuasive, deadly possessive, manic depressive
In the golden art, niggas get torn apart
In the dark, sharks swim deeper than Noah's Ark
Harlem hood, Wu-Pleasure in, stay revelin'
Better be careful of the beef that you meddlin'
Devilish advocates, death peddlin'
Turnin' up the kettle in, we be veterans
Say no more, Benky gon' lay down the law
Got hoods that's quick on the draw to sick 'em on y'all
Them broads that you sweatin', I don't stink '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, what up?
Crane style, chain style, magnolia rock
Twenty-eight thou' plus gorgeous, Star Trek callers
Finish them niggas, we in it, need more fish in the fortress
Flashback greens, cheddar in the sweater
Three keys, Maya Land stand on steez
Yo, take time out, hold your nine out
Poly with the all-time lineup, send mine to shine, what?
Cream Team lifestyle, aight now
Niggas around get wiped out, mic fightin' on a kite now
Despite thou, go against us, wing it right now
Shed light, bringin' the light, move right
Another soundboy 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 a sinister grin, then finish him
You fuckin' with hoods, get your goods pushed back
You fraud, pull the wool off your Hollywood act
Throw your body on the tracks for the back out to rats
Burn like the human torch, make your fort collapse
It's the intricate syndicate, thoughts travel infinite
Thunderous, movin' hundreds, we on the run
Who bring that Harlem World Willie shit the best we know?
New Jack City 2, Benky be Nino
Six hundred Benzino, midnight blue
With a dime in the front, I'm off the sly, pipe through
Yo, it's us, the cold crush, ice shit plush
Baby what? Peep the black Dutch, diamond in the rough
Give a fuck, I'm like iodine, see me in the cut
Playin' shadow, ridin' on the track side-saddle
Long John Silver, the guard on your block like Godzilla
She gave away my bitch, I'ma kill her
Ayo, spit for me, hear me?
Cream Team, wake these niggas up, they ain't hear me
Promotin' all eerie, yo
Come back, switch slang theory
American Cream with no "I" in the team, blaze a beat
They playin' with my shit, baggity, pants saggy
Millionaire faculty backin' me up
Sneak thief, a casualty, speak brief
Thoughts like a street sweep, sporadically reach peaks
I spazz out, bitch-smack your majesty
Iron Palm drillin' through your cavity
You wanna die how badly?
Got eighty cats creepin' in your alley, where your dogs at?
Yo, take time out, hold your nine out
Poly with the all-time lineup, send mine to shine, what?
Cream Team lifestyle, aight now
Niggas around get wiped out, mic fightin' on a kite now
Despite thou, go against us, wing it right now
Shed light, bringin' the light, move right
Aight, what, what?
One time, baby, big shouts to the RZA
Big shouts to my man Power
Big shouts to Raekwon the Chef, Inspectah Deck
My man Method Man, big shouts to my man Mel
Big shouts to the Harlem hoods
Big up my man Killa Sin, aight?
You know how we do, 60 Minutes of Funk, Volume 3
Funkmaster Flex, aight? The final chapter, baby
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