Artist: Raekwon f/ American Cream Team, Killa Sin
Album:  The Brolic Compilation
Song:   Giant Size
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Intro: Raekwon, (Chip Banks)]
Word up, word up, fuck with this shit
We goin at all labels, labels
Word up, stop playin
Take your shoes off nigga
Come out that fly shit and let's get dirty
(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 blocks and 4 better for spots and things of that nature.
Pop off.)

[Lord Superb]
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]
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]
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]
Yo, you niggaz who love to bite, here's somethin to taste
Come to your wake, spit sixteen in your face
Oh you're dogs? Hope your bite's louder than your bark
cuz I'll splatter a dart that'll shatter your heart
Here's the issue, ignite bombs that might split you
I'ma get you but I ain't gonna be the one who hits you
Niggaz ain't worthy of the thirty-thirty, gettin dirty
Got snipers that'll put on in your derby
Face facts, through up fast, we all leavin
When we start squeezin niggaz start callin the precinct
If they don't, somebody's gon' leave here leakin
We could battle in ya PJ's or battle in the becon!
Cream Team-in, while you niggaz still schemin
We be makin moves while you niggaz still dreamin
Primate, constantly flossin with fly women
Primate verse worth, floss my lyrics in

[Twiz]
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)