C.R.E.A.M. (feat. Method Man, Raekwon, Inspectah Deck & Buddha Monk) - Wu-Tang Clan

RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, come on Ring the bell so it's time to eat Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats, bomb inside the palm Doc rock a wife beater with me beatin' my wife ass ironed on The front, my pump built like the Klumps To carry it I take the spare out the trunk I stay hungry, I ain't worked for days That's why you see the pump when the curtains raise Blast, don't panic Do I gotta explain how I tame and lock The rap game single-handed? Hell nah I won't tell you son, if I find a wack ID, I sell you one Doc and Hot Nick, Inspectah My lecture's like Hannibal Lector's Where's the ketchup? Don't speak on it, shut ya trap I see ya whole crew yellow like mustard packs Ah woo, Doc in my own zone You say you got the rap games sewn But it's sewn wrong I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones Yeah, ya little fucks Gimme ya fuckin' money Uhuh, check it I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on Playing with a dynamite stick, where did I go wrong? Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stomp If ya lukewarm leavin' ya clothes and boots torn Pro's and con's, megabomb's and so-on's By arid actions try MC's to get their roll on First issue, got issues What is hip-hop to hot nickels? It's like Funk Doc to snot tissues, word Look at my hand and get the third Finger out ya ear hole like "Fuck what you heard" Now, that's what I call hardcore, let's act fool Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool I been shitty, I'm from the veils of the city And just because my outfit match don't make me pretty Baggy Dun Gurees, dick need room to breathe In a room full of crackers I might cut the cheese Ain't no rules to the game If it is we ain't playin' In your business like EPMD, "So whatcha sayin'?" You co-designin' that bullshit yo man tryin' Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat Slugs flyin' Yo, ya Check, the code echoes from magazines to the big screen Fo' wheel machines like ya wits scream, kids fiend From the urban to sub-urban Roll upon me thirstin' like "Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant" We roll longer than dice in a casino Cee-lo in the 4, 5 or 6 with double 0 Behind the tinted windows I lie low On some hydro tryin' to slide from the 5-0 But now, get wild similar to Ol' Dirty On third time felon just hit with over 30 No worries, style have 'em so thirsty First degree heats are quittin' on me Cold turkey, no mercy I bring the pain of a hundred migraines But a thousand shoutin' my name that's why I came But first bring the cash burst, then the outburst My surround sound pound ya ear like Jevon Kearse I flex muscle outside I find a next hustle Trouble with ya here and face the tec-muscle Even the best buckle win, I take it to the extreme It gets ugly, but it's what a nigga do to get cream This life

Yeah... yeah... Allah Math... Yeah... yo... yo... Y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the king? Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot to the rib? Plus you stay on top of they grills, stay on top of they biz Thinking niggas plotting on hairs, think they not when they is This is Staten Island gully, you dig? It's getting ugly And I ain't found a court that can judge me, the block love me Like nines to the side of the skully, popping they top I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac Nigga, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen? Y'all don't really want no parts of this, soon as a nigga Start shining, niggas start some shit, my guard lit Like a boss, head nigga in charge, get in these drawers Fitted, nine inches bigger than yours This Meth dude got that food, and he serving it raw Told you before, I bring the pain, and now I'm hurting them, pa Hurting them, pa... Up from the 36, back on that bullshit Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit Up from the 36, back on that bullshit Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit Aiyo, you fucking with some capital G's, Allah Math Streetlife, Meth Man, plus the Masta and me Soldier I, make it happen, indeed, my sick gift Had the highest paid ho, get it cracking for free Worldwide, still trapped in the P's, Pioneers Like the twenty inch woofers, that's in back of the V Leave ya brain, like you spazzing on E It don't matter who you happen to be, nothing swagger like he Keep a dirty cop close, never talk with no feds Tear the roof off the mother, right along with ya head And I ain't talk unless she talking bout bread You would swear that I'm rocking New Balance, how I'm walking the ledge Son, I'm just a little off of the edge, as I stalk The mean streets, for paused types, callers are read Killa Hill where the warriors bred, I'm a Resident Patient, it's gonna take more than the meds Up from the 36, back on that bullshit Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit Up from the 36, back on that bullshit Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit Special invited guest, I came to put the rumors to rest Rip the rest of the slugs through your chest Put the chest to the back of your vest Trap your packet, take the money and jet Niggas posted, but you posing no threat Punk, you pussy like the opposite sex Front, see how many shots you will get I'm not asking, I'm demanding respect I'm just a man to respect Watch your step, son, your funeral's next Streetlife is the man in the flesh, I got one hand on your neck The other hand is attached to the tech Your next move could mean life or death Make move, take baby steps Hold that thought, nigga, save your breath We hold courts, in the streets, we rep For Cash Rule, and we came to collect, cock sucker Up from the 36, back on that bullshit Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit

Yo. yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin' Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ring shit yo It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered Better, respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe Fix your weave, behold my expertise (Wu-Tang Clan) I got my uzi back You dudes is wack Face it the Wu is back (Raekwon the Chef) Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch We in them authentic alley switchin joints Major general niggas, five stars Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms Silencers, garbage bags of hash For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash Gash you out your burner fast You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass () (Ghostface Killah) Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for? Get the fuck away from my door! We got big guns in here, coke over there With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin' Big cat nigga all season On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out Eighteen karat rap between noodles () (RZA) Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'? Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin' Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost Queen, couldn't even jack Monk Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library Readin Malcolm's, ". Any Means Necessary" (Method Man) John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice So nice like New York they had to name him twice Name your price, I black out then change the lights Give you the same advice that I gave my wife Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot (Inspectah Deck) New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check You crabs test, can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself The Noble, Sir I mass mogul Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals (Masta Killa) This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed Hit Chef for the rice and peas 'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see (GZA) From dark matter to the big crunch The vocals came in a bunch without one punch Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable So you compare contrast but don't blast Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast Watch the block thirst for one became all Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity The blind couldn't verify the authenticity The rhyme came from the pressure of heat Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets ()

"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!" Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!) It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work We took time off, while other rappers got jerked Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how Things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now And as we step in the door, we cause panic Yep, the usual suspects, we at it Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes Still me - always have and will be Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday Back in the game now. copped me some weed now My people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now Back in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now Better catch up now. shit's bout to change now Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life Ante up cause if you blow the dice On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke Searchin for a quick antidote Mo' money, mo' problems to cope We were at the same table when the chips were checked A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+ Just when you thought we would fold our hand Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans It was live on air but in between station breaks I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes Split the demos, put insurance on tapes A safeguard against the crusaders in capes If I double down they say the Gods are sharks If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu While the dealer promoted the full house venue A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds The high roller who got credit upon signin They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle Recourse of bluff game's your muscle () - 0.75X (Raekwon) Say what? ("Shaolin shadowboxing!") (R. Isley) Shit's bout to change. Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on How to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch Banana coat matchin with the ratchet Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin Buried you alive, left your whore cryin We on your floor look more doors Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process Everybody switched they names like Whatcha call it, any fast (?) It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power Proof that power plastered divine classical lines Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable Now niggaz with the radical shines It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C. World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit