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* unedited lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is

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

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

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

[Killa Sin of
These rap icons, spit fire out of cons
Fuck a bigon, rely on ion in my
We squeeze off, long when we piss
Resort this, gun powder coverin is blastphemist
Shotties say, "Fuck!", cursin my
Knowin damn well, I'm the same
What part of the you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three ago you was on
You fallin short now, a don, you're money ain't loned
Faggot fuck, bag him, stick him in the of my truck
him and smack him up for actin up
Be slitherin, hit him in the rips
Broke the code of honor that we in
Depleted the click, is never when
but that

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

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

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

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

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