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* unedited lyrics; The PJ's is clean

[Intro: Chip Banks of American Team]
What? Aiyyo, y'all wanna do a track wit us or some
We the dollar boys club.
What you got a hundred for us? The fuck's that?
Three and a hair cut or some shit?
Aiyyo, Cream Team, baby.
Heavy hitters, New City Giants.
Gamble for plots and 4 better for spots and things of nature.
Pop off.

of American Cream Team]
I don't wit hoes, I puff Optimos
Your ship gold, but only copper sold
got flows, everybody and God knows
Fuck a bitch for two dimes, she got to cop
Used to be a thug, now he wear cop
Try to come to the hood and we shot

Banks of American Cream Team]
I don't care who you got a deal wit or who you wit
Banky'll run up in your session and shut you on some real shit
the Chef be like (Chill, kid)
That's to Abola Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit
Chef Banks, uh-huh, Banky
Got the whole world Flex tryin to transtate me
Said New Jack 2, Banky B. Nino, push a 2000 benz-ino

Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, mass spit out of cons
Fuck a bigon, on ion in my python
We squeeze off, long disc when we
Resort this, gun powder coverin wrist is
Shotties say, "Fuck!", cursin my
Knowin well, I'm hurtin the same
part of the game you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three ago you was on
You fallin now, chasin a don, you're money ain't loned
Faggot fuck, bag him, him in the back of my truck
him and smack him up for actin up
Be slitherin, hit him in the again
the code of honor that we livin in
Depleted the click, is never when
but that

Raekwon]
Aiyyo, it go again, same shit, just rep
me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we rollin
Worldwide, niggaz live, collection cream by a land slide
Settin up to son, won the grand
up, why? Where it came from? Accord and the 5
Where the from? Read the Rob, yo
Yo, we handglide, slang lye
Chill, ya better recognize, 'cause it's cut out for big shit, Size

[Polite of American Cream
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land where is real
Nights was tough, days came as steel
Still we played the field players witout contracts
Broke the trends and the fans far beyond
Comin to America, now we places (uh-huh)
New faces in the hood, and racist (uh-huh)
>From all the squeezin, callin the precinct
We battle in ya PJ's or battle in the becon!

I kick at the top of my lungs, drunk
Playin cards, young start wildin on dunns guns
Remmy doctor, old man jams with of Hoffa
Chill, slap shorty up at the (Battle in the becon!)
Uncle got the Kangaroo, the Kangaroo, boo
Start out white boys shoes, you wild
Thirstin Howl wit a growl barkin at crowds
He like he got shark skin now

of American Cream Team]
I my hookers with G-String, Liz Clairborne
Don the King, hustlin, nigga Don I
Exquisite, a radiant, chemist
American Cream Team, billion spenders
Strip boutiques, advantage, get on
We too strong, the menace, nothin to con
Yachts we cruise on, money too long
out a check book, coupon, purchase the Yukon

[Outro:
never been a game, stop playin, stop playin (repeat to fade)