Black and White movie - It's Not a Game lyrics

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Song by American Cream Team f/ Raekwon, RZA<br /><br>

[Chorus: (Superb)]<br>

If you don't stand for this life you fall for anything<br>

I stand for Cream Team, see we plan our dreams<br>

shit ain't a game, we don't run game, we run businesses<br>

watch us shine and watch the World be our witnesses<br>

[repeat]<br>

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[Verse 1: (Raekwon)]<br>

Observe real though<br>

half cieling of blow <br>

rhymin' Deniro dough<br>

dundalero yo<br>

let the steel blow<br>

hear me yo, wild trump style<br>

Dons connect three hundred ones wow<br>

floatin' like a maccarel, thats foul<br>

most craziest, laziest <br>

all eye seein', blaze this majorness<br>

mechanic record on a beige disc<br>

pain, whatever level bankrolls<br>

frequent plain clothes<br>

Lex spit six, arrange those<br>

snot nose pros<br>

dark skin hoes<br>

crazy ill fly jersey Expos<br>

neck froze<br>

fuck your set, slash vetos<br>

still Lex knows<br>

gasoline jumper on with the most fly livest Gortex made in Mexico <br>

bricks Fifteen Five<br>

Celine Dion ties<br>

Two Thousand dollar bubble eyes<br>

yo, the theme cries<br>

rollin' for cream yo now watch the laser beam rise<br>

sling pies<br>

doin' our thing high. <br>

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[Verse 2: (Baby Thad)]<br>

The chain of command is effective immediately, the cause and effect<br>

it calls for your death<br>

Black suburbans at night with no lights ram you off Hollywood Hills<br>

tearin' off the doors to your Lex<br>

steel Magnolia<br>

fear is takin' over ya<br>

if you ain't bowlin' we rollin' straight over ya<br>

if you ain't real about it don't talk<br>

hollow clips evict you, set supper for the Hawks<br>

send a missile at your ear like (whizz whizz) "what was it?"<br>

buzz the buzzers<br>

blow past with clutch buckets<br>

they'd rather not see you in Malibu eatin' veal<br>

strength recognize strength, real recognize real. <br>

[Chorus 2x]<br>

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[Verse 3: (Chip Banks)]<br>

It ain't a game dick<br>

you know us, European whips<br>

chain frost bit<br>

Peter pay Paul now pay the boss kid<br>

Heavens the stakes are now even<br>

sent the heat rash to your camp, left his shirt there now you barely<br>

breathin'<br>

slow leakin'<br>

look at your people weepin' <br>

I ain't have to quickdraw Mcgraw you I could Fifty Two block you<br>

switch my stance up Southpaw, drop you<br>

you got small digits, your riches is midgets to mine<br>

you sip Ballantine, I'm crown Royale<br>

sit back laughin' while ya'll plans foyale<br>

ya'll funny style, you'll never make it to trial<br>

It ain't a game kid. <br>

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[Verse 4: (Rhyme Recca)]<br>

World premier, metal gear <br>

fanfare, stand clear<br>

all jokes aside, this is our year<br>

still here for real ya'll, bare witness<br>

this is business<br>

NewYork City's sickness<br>

simple street principle<br>

cream team invincible<br>

money interchangable<br>

bulletproof Benzes<br>

Ralph Lauren lenses<br>

soldiers in the trenches<br>

expansion<br>

four car garage, mini-mansion<br>

consolidated regiment<br>

connects like the President<br>

excellent<br>

rock waves with Three Sixty measurements<br>

chrome rims, new timbs<br>

exotic chains with red gems<br>

real estate<br>

corporation mindstate<br>

prosperity <br>

dealin' with the highest of integrity <br>

steadily, wall street bound<br>

walkin' on Holy ground<br>

give is the greatest of all, I spread my love around<br>

young black multi, this ain't a game son, we run businesses.<br>

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[Chorus 2x]<br>

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[Verse 5 (Rza)]<br>

I burst like a sea crackin' through the earth,<br>

flower blossomin' <br>

for your rhyme sickness spittin' anti-toxin<br>

best merk<br>

get your neck jerked<br>

dynamic mic teck squirt <br>

lyrics splurt blast the expert <br>

to his head 'till his legs hurt<br>

knees become wobbly<br>

King got love-love, born equal equality<br>

bring bodily harm, probably bust a brain artery<br>

kidnap the track<br>

I could rap to the high hats<br>

my widescreen imax lyric spread until the climax<br>

Wu instrumental breaks scratch past the aftertake<br>

live performance concert, make shorty wop masturbate<br>

in the tub legs open water be rushin' from the faucet<br>

thinkin' about the Wu-Tang gang bang she almost lost it<br>

I move from the blood marked turf<br>

where the heart hurts<br>

and merk to the heavily refined hills where the God lurks<br>

everyday I'm countin'<br>

Son, my thoughts can move a mountain<br>

so much joy in his eyes he'll make you cry a fountain<br>

you purse snatch while I earth snatch and take the earth back<br>

have you runnin' like Devils bein' chased by the church<br>

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