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* unedited lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is

[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream
What? Aiyyo, wanna do a track 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 better for spots and things of nature.
Pop off.

[Superb of American Cream
I don't wit hoes, I puff Optimos
Your label gold, but only copper sold
Perb got flows, everybody and God
Fuck a for two dimes, she got to cop those
Used to be a thug, now he wear cop
Try to to the hood and we shot hoes

[Chip Banks of Cream Team]
I care who you got a deal wit or who you chill 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 know who deal wit
Chef Banks, uh-huh, slash
Got the world callin Flex tryin to transtate me
Said New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino, push a 2000

[Killa Sin of
These rap icons, spit fire out of cons
Fuck a bigon, rely on ion in my
We squeeze off, disc when we piss
Resort this, gun powder wrist is blastphemist
say, "Fuck!", cursin my name
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 short now, chasin a don, you're money 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 rips
the code of honor that we livin in
Depleted the whole click, is when
but that

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

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

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

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

[Outro:
It's been a game, stop playin, stop playin (repeat to fade)