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

[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