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* unedited lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is

[Intro: Chip Banks of American Team]
What? Aiyyo, y'all wanna do a track wit us or shit?
We the billion boys club.
What you got a hundred for us? The fuck's that?
rings 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 American Team]
I don't wit hoes, I puff Optimos
Your label ship gold, but 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 Cream
I care who you got a deal wit or who you chill wit
Banky'll run up in your and shut you down on some real shit
Till the Chef be (Chill, kid)
That's word to Abola Perrione, dem not know who they wit
Chef Banks, uh-huh, Banky
Got the whole world Flex tryin to transtate me
Said New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino, a 2000 benz-ino

Sin of Killarmy]
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 hurtin the
What part of the you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, months ago you was on
You fallin short now, chasin a don, you're ain't loned
fuck, bag him, stick 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 we livin in
Depleted the click, is never when
but that

Raekwon]
Aiyyo, there it go again, same shit, rep
Show me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we
Worldwide, look live, collection cream by a land slide
Settin up to son, won the grand
Stand up, why? it came from? Accord and the 5
Where the name 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 Cream
Yo, we the ghetto, the land where everythin is real
Nights was tough, days came as steel
Still we played the like players witout contracts
Broke the trends and the fans far beyond
to America, now we tradin 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 up at the opera (Battle in the becon!)
got the Kangaroo, rock the Kangaroo, boo
Start cursin out white shoes, you wild
Thirstin Howl wit a start barkin at crowds
He like he got shark skin now

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

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