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* lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is clean

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

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

[Chip Banks of American 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)
word to Abola Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit
Chef Banks, uh-huh, slash
Got the whole world callin 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
a bigon, rely on ion in my python
We off, long disc when we piss
Resort this, gun coverin wrist is blastphemist
say, "Fuck!", cursin my name
Knowin well, I'm hurtin the same
What part of the game you
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, months ago you was on
You fallin short now, chasin a don, you're money ain't
Faggot fuck, bag him, him in the back of my truck
strip him and smack him up for up
Be slitherin, hit him in the again
Broke the of honor that we livin in
the whole click, is never when
but that

[Chorus:
Aiyyo, it go again, same shit, just rep
Show me ya holdin kid, control ya rep we rollin
Worldwide, look live, collection cream by a land slide
up to son, won the grand prize
Stand up, Where 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, Size

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

I kick vocals at the top of my lungs,
cards, young start wildin on dunns with guns
Remmy doctor, old man jams voice 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 start barkin at crowds
He actin like he got shark now

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

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