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* unedited The PJ's soundtrack is clean

[Intro: Chip of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, wanna do a track wit us or some shit?
We the billion dollar 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.
for plots and 4 better for spots and things of that nature.
Pop off.

[Superb of Cream Team]
I don't wit hoes, I puff Optimos
Your label ship gold, but only sold
got flows, everybody 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 hood and we shot

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

[Killa Sin of
rap icons, mass spit fire out of cons
Fuck a bigon, on ion in my python
We squeeze off, disc when we piss
Resort this, gun coverin wrist is blastphemist
Shotties say, "Fuck!", my name
Knowin damn well, I'm the same
What 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
strip him and him up for actin up
Be slitherin, hit him in the rips
Broke the code of honor that we in
Depleted the whole click, is when
but never

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

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

I kick vocals at the top of my lungs,
Playin cards, young start on dunns with guns
Remmy doctor, old man jams with of Hoffa
Chill, slap up at the opera (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 like he got shark skin now

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

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