Текст песни American Cream Team f Raekwon, RZA - It`s Not a Game
American Cream Team f Raekwon, RZA - It`s Not a Game слова песни
Chorus: (Superb)If you don`t stand for this life you fall for anythingI stand for Cream Team, see we plan our dreamsshit ain`t a game, we don`t run game, we run businesseswatch us shine and watch the World be our witnesses(repeat)Verse 1: (Raekwon)Observe real thoughhalf cieling of blow rhymin` Deniro doughdundalero yolet the steel blowhear me yo, wild trump styleDons connect three hundred ones wowfloatin` like a maccarel, thats foulmost craziest, laziest all eye seein`, blaze this majornessmechanic record on a beige discpain, whatever level bankrollsfrequent plain clothesLex spit six, arrange thosesnot nose prosdark skin hoescrazy ill fly jersey Exposneck frozefuck your set, slash vetosstill Lex knowsgasoline jumper on with the most fly livest Gortex made in Mexico bricks Fifteen FiveCeline Dion tiesTwo Thousand dollar bubble eyesyo, the theme criesrollin` for cream yo now watch the laser beam risesling piesdoin` our thing high. Verse 2: (Baby Thad)The chain of command is effective immediately, the cause and effectit calls for your deathBlack suburbans at night with no lights ram you off Hollywood Hillstearin` off the doors to your Lexsteel Magnoliafear is takin` over yaif you ain`t bowlin` we rollin` straight over yaif you ain`t real about it don`t talkhollow clips evict you, set supper for the Hawkssend a missile at your ear like (whizz whizz) "what was it?"buzz the buzzersblow past with clutch bucketsthey`d rather not see you in Malibu eatin` vealstrength recognize strength, real recognize real. Chorus 2xVerse 3: (Chip Banks)It ain`t a game dickyou know us, European whipschain frost bitPeter pay Paul now pay the boss kidHeavens the stakes are now evensent the heat rash to your camp, left his shirt there now you barelybreathin`slow leakin`look at your people weepin` I ain`t have to quickdraw Mcgraw you I could Fifty Two block youswitch my stance up Southpaw, drop youyou got small digits, your riches is midgets to mineyou sip Ballantine, I`m crown Royalesit back laughin` while ya`ll plans foyaleya`ll funny style, you`ll never make it to trialIt ain`t a game kid. Verse 4: (Rhyme Recca)World premier, metal gear fanfare, stand clearall jokes aside, this is our yearstill here for real ya`ll, bare witnessthis is businessNewYork City`s sicknesssimple street principlecream team invinciblemoney interchangablebulletproof BenzesRalph Lauren lensessoldiers in the trenchesexpansionfour car garage, mini-mansionconsolidated regimentconnects like the Presidentexcellentrock waves with Three Sixty measurementschrome rims, new timbsexotic chains with red gemsreal estatecorporation mindstateprosperity dealin` with the highest of integrity steadily, wall street boundwalkin` on Holy groundgive is the greatest of all, I spread my love aroundyoung black multi, this ain`t a game son, we run businesses.Chorus 2x Verse 5 (Rza)I burst like a sea crackin` through the earth,flower blossomin` for your rhyme sickness spittin` anti-toxinbest merkget your neck jerkeddynamic mic teck squirt lyrics splurt blast the expert to his head `till his legs hurtknees become wobblyKing got love-love, born equal equalitybring bodily harm, probably bust a brain arterykidnap the trackI could rap to the high hatsmy widescreen imax lyric spread until the climaxWu instrumental breaks scratch past the aftertakelive performance concert, make shorty wop masturbatein the tub legs open water be rushin` from the faucetthinkin` about the Wu-Tang gang bang she almost lost itI move from the blood marked turfwhere the heart hurtsand merk to the heavily refined hills where the God lurkseveryday I`m countin`Son, my thoughts can move a mountainso much joy in his eyes he`ll make you cry a fountainyou purse snatch while I earth snatch and take the earth backhave you runnin` like Devils bein` chased by the church