Various Artists - It's Not a Game lyrics

Chorus: (Superb) If you don't stand for this life you fall for anything I stand for Cream Team, see we plan our dreams sh** ain't a game, we don't run game, we run businesses Watch us shine and watch the World be our witnesses (repeat) Verse 1: (Raekwon) Observe real though Half cieling of blow Rhymin' Deniro dough Dundalero yo Let the steel blow Hear me yo, wild trump style Dons connect three hundred ones wow Floatin' like a maccarel, thats foul Most craziest, laziest All eye seein', blaze this majorness Mechanic record on a beige disc Pain, whatever level bankrolls Frequent plain clothes Lex spit six, arrange those Snot nose pros Dark skin hoes Crazy ill fly jersey Expos Neck froze f** your set, slash vetos Still Lex knows Gasoline jumper on with the most fly livest Gortex made in Mexico Bricks Fifteen Five Celine Dion ties Two Thousand dollar bubble eyes Yo, the theme cries Rollin' for cream yo now watch the laser beam rise Sling pies Doin' our thing high Verse 2: (Baby Thad) The chain of command is effective immediately, the cause and effect It calls for your d**h Black suburbans at night with no lights ram you off Hollywood Hills Tearin' off the doors to your Lex Steel Magnolia Fear is takin' over ya If you ain't bowlin' we rollin' straight over ya If you ain't real about it don't talk Hollow clips evict you, set supper for the Hawks Send a missile at your ear like (whizz whizz) "what was it?" Buzz the buzzers Blow past with clutch buckets They'd rather not see you in Malibu eatin' veal Strength recognize strength, real recognize real Chorus 2x Verse 3: (Chip Banks) It ain't a game dick You know us, European whips Chain frost bit Peter pay Paul now pay the boss kid Heavens the stakes are now even Sent the heat rash to your camp, left his shirt there now you barely Breathin' Slow leakin' Look at your people weepin' I ain't have to quickdraw Mcgraw you I could Fifty Two block you Switch my stance up Southpaw, drop you You got small digits, your riches is midgets to mine You sip Ballantine, I'm crown Royale Sit back laughin' while ya'll plans foyale Ya'll funny style, you'll never make it to trial It ain't a game kid Verse 4: (Rhyme Recca) World premier, metal gear Fanfare, stand clear All jokes aside, this is our year Still here for real ya'll, bare witness This is business NewYork City's sickness Simple street principle Cream team invincible Money interchangable Bulletproof Benzes Ralph Lauren lenses Soldiers in the trenches Expansion Four car garage, mini-mansion Consolidated regiment Connects like the President Excellent Rock waves with Three Sixty measurements Chrome rims, new timbs Exotic chains with red gems Real estate Corporation mindstate Prosperity Dealin' with the highest of integrity Steadily, wall street bound Walkin' on Holy ground Give is the greatest of all, I spread my love around Young 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-toxin Best merk Get your neck jerked Dynamic mic teck squirt Lyrics splurt blast the expert To his head 'till his legs hurt Knees become wobbly King got love-love, born equal equality Bring bodily harm, probably bust a brain artery Kidnap the track I could rap to the high hats My widescreen imax lyric spread until the climax Wu instrumental breaks scratch past the aftertake Live performance concert, make shorty wop masturbate In the tub legs open water be rushin' from the faucet Thinkin' about the Wu-Tang gang bang she almost lost it I move from the blood marked turf Where the heart hurts And merk to the heavily refined hills where the God lurks Everyday I'm countin' Son, my thoughts can move a mountain So much joy in his eyes he'll make you cry a fountain You purse snatch while I earth snatch and take the earth back Have you runnin' like Devils bein' chased by the church