* unedited lyrics; The soundtrack is clean
[Intro: Chip Banks of American Team] What? Aiyyo, y'all wanna do a track wit us or shit? We the dollar boys club. What you got a hundred thousand for us? The that? Three and a hair cut or some shit? Aiyyo, American Team, baby. hitters, New York City Giants. Gamble for plots and 4 better for spots and things of nature. Pop off.
[Superb of American Team] I don't rock wit hoes, I Optimos Your label ship gold, but only copper got flows, everybody and God knows Fuck a for two dimes, she got to cop those Used to be a thug, now he wear cop Try to come to the hood and we hoes
[Chip Banks of American Team] I care who you got a deal wit or who you chill wit Banky'll run up in your session and shut you down on real shit the Chef be like (Chill, kid) That's word to Abola Perrione, dem not know who they wit Chef Banks, uh-huh, Banky Got the whole world callin Flex tryin to me New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino, push a 2000 benz-ino
[Killa Sin of These rap icons, spit fire out of cons a bigon, rely on ion in my python We squeeze off, long when we piss Resort this, gun powder wrist is blastphemist say, "Fuck!", cursin my name Knowin damn well, I'm the same What part of the you playin? Kid, I'm sayin, yo, months ago you was on You short now, chasin a don, you're money ain't 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 whole click, is when but that
[Chorus: Aiyyo, it go again, same shit, just rep Show me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we Worldwide, niggaz live, collection cream by a land slide Settin up to son, won the grand Stand up, why? Where it came from? and the 5 the name from? Read the Rob, yo Yo, we handglide, slang lye Chill, ya better recognize, it's cut out for big shit, Giant Size
[Polite of American Team] Yo, we from the ghetto, the land everythin is real was tough, days came hard as steel Still we played the like players witout contracts Broke the and the fans far beyond that to America, now we tradin places (uh-huh) New faces in the hood, and racist (uh-huh) >From all the squeezin, they callin the We could battle in ya or battle in the becon!
I kick vocals at the top of my lungs, Playin cards, start 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 cursin out white boys shoes, you wild Thirstin Howl wit a growl start at crowds He actin like he got skin now
[Kingpin of Cream Team] I lace my with G-String, Liz Clairborne Don the King, hustlin, nigga Don I Exquisite, a radiant, chemist American Cream Team, billion buck Strip boutiques, advantage, get on We too strong, the menace, nothin to con we cruise on, money that's too long Pull out a check book, coupon, purchase the
[Outro: It's never a game, stop playin, stop playin (repeat to fade)