Raekwon The Chef

Raekwon The Chef - Giant Size lyrics

rate me

* 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, cuz 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)

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