Method Man - Wu-tang Cream Team Line Up (a.k.a. 'american Cream Team') 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, (n***az) 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, d**h 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 (b**h) 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 [f**in] 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 (sh**) 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 (n***az) plush Baby what, peep the black dust, diamond in the rough Give a (f**), 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 (p**y) I'ma k** her [Chorus: Raekwon] Aiyyo, spit for me, hear me, Cream Team Wake these (n***az) 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 [k**a Sin] Aiyyo I keep my (sh**) 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, b**h 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 k**a Sin Aight, you know how we do, sixty minutes of funk Volume Three, Funkmaster Flex aight the final chapter baby