Giant Size

* 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, niggas 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)