Giant Size Lyrics - Singles - Raekwon The Chef

* unedited lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is clean 

[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream Team] 

What? Aiyyo, y'all wanna do a track wit us or some shit? 

We the billion dollar boys club. 

What you got a hundred thousand for us? The fuck's that? 

Three rings and a hair cut or some shit? 

Aiyyo, American Cream Team, baby. 

Heavy hitters, New York City Giants. 

Gamble for plots and 4 better for spots and things of that nature. 

Pop off. 

[Superb of American Cream Team] 

I don't rock wit hoes, I puff Optimos 

Your label ship gold, but only copper sold 

Perb got flows, everybody and God knows 

Fuck a bitch for two dimes, she got to cop those 

Used to be a thug, now he wear cop clothes 

Try to come to the hood and we shot hoes 

[Chip Banks of American Cream Team] 

I don't care who you got a deal wit or who you chill wit 

Banky'll run up in your session and shut you down on some real shit 

Till the Chef be like (Chill, kid) 

That's word to Abola Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit 

Chef Banks, uh-huh, slash Banky 

Got the whole world callin Flex tryin to transtate me 

Said New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino, push a 2000 benz-ino 

[Killa Sin of Killarmy] 

These rap icons, mass spit fire out of cons 

Fuck a bigon, rely on ion in my python 

We squeeze off, long disc when we piss 

Resort this, gun powder coverin wrist is blastphemist 

Shotties say, "Fuck!", cursin my name 

Knowin damn well, I'm hurtin the same 

What part of the game you playin? 

Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three months ago you was on 

You fallin short now, chasin a don, you're money ain't loned 

Faggot fuck, bag him, stick him in the back of my truck 

strip him and smack him up for actin up 

Be slitherin, hit him in the rips again 

Broke the code of honor that we livin in 

Depleted the whole click, is never when 

but never that 

[Chorus: Raekwon] 

Aiyyo, there it go again, same shit, just rep 

Show me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we rollin 

Worldwide, niggaz look live, collection cream by a land slide 

Settin up to son, won the grand prize 

Stand up, why? Where it came from? Accord and the 5 

Where the name from? Read the Rob, yo 

Yo, while we handglide, slang lye 

Chill, ya better recognize, 'cause it's cut out for big shit, Giant Size 

[Polite of American Cream Team] 

Yo, we from the ghetto, the land where everythin is real 

Nights was tough, days came hard as steel 

Still we played the field like players witout contracts 

Broke the trends and the fans far beyond that 

Comin to America, now we tradin places (uh-huh) 

New faces in the hood, and they racist (uh-huh) 

>From all the squeezin, they callin the precinct 

We could battle in ya PJ's or battle in the becon! 

[Raekwon] 

I kick vocals at the top of my lungs, drunk 

Playin cards, young start wildin on dunns with guns 

Remmy doctor, old man jams with voice of Hoffa 

Chill, slap shorty up at the opera (Battle in the becon!) 

Uncle got the Kangaroo, rock the Kangaroo, boo 

Start cursin out white boys shoes, you wild 

Thirstin Howl wit a growl start barkin at crowds 

He actin like he got shark skin now 

[Kingpin of American Cream Team] 

I lace my hookers with G-String, Liz Clairborne 

Don the King, hustlin, nigga Don I mean 

Exquisite, a radiant, brilliant chemist 

American Cream Team, billion buck spenders 

Strip boutiques, advantage, get move on 

We too strong, the menace, nothin to lose con 

Yachts we cruise on, money that's too long 

Pull out a check book, coupon, purchase the Yukon 

[Chorus] 

[Outro: Raekwon] 

It's never been a game, stop playin, stop playin (repeat to fade)