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* unedited The PJ's soundtrack is clean

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

[Superb of Cream Team]
I don't rock wit hoes, I puff
Your ship gold, but only copper sold
Perb got flows, everybody and God
a bitch for two dimes, she got to cop those
Used to be a thug, now he cop clothes
Try to come to the hood and we shot

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

Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, mass spit fire out of
Fuck a bigon, on ion in my python
We squeeze off, long when we piss
Resort this, gun powder coverin is blastphemist
say, "Fuck!", cursin my name
Knowin damn well, I'm hurtin the
What of the game you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, months ago you was on
You fallin short now, chasin a don, you're money loned
Faggot fuck, bag him, stick him in the back of my
strip him and smack him up for up
Be slitherin, hit him in the rips
Broke the code of that we livin in
Depleted the click, is never when
but that

[Chorus:
Aiyyo, it go again, same shit, just rep
Show me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we
Worldwide, niggaz look live, cream by a land slide
Settin up to son, won the prize
Stand up, why? it came from? Accord and the 5
the name from? Read the Rob, yo
Yo, we handglide, slang lye
Chill, ya better recognize, 'cause it's cut out for big shit, Giant

[Polite of American Team]
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land where is real
Nights was tough, days hard as steel
we played the field like 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)
all the squeezin, they callin the precinct
We could in ya PJ's or battle in the becon!

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

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

[Outro:
It's never a game, stop playin, stop playin (repeat to fade)