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* unedited lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is

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

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

[Chip of American Cream Team]
I don't who you got a deal wit or who you chill wit
Banky'll run up in session and shut you down on some real shit
Till the be like (Chill, kid)
That's word to Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit
Banks, uh-huh, slash Banky
Got the whole world callin Flex tryin to me
Said New Jack 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 off, long disc when we piss
Resort this, gun powder coverin is blastphemist
Shotties say, "Fuck!", cursin my
Knowin damn well, I'm hurtin the
What part of the game you
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three ago you was on
You short now, chasin 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 again
Broke the of honor that we livin in
Depleted the whole click, is when
but that

[Chorus:
Aiyyo, it go again, same shit, just rep
Show me ya kid, control ya rep when we rollin
Worldwide, niggaz look live, collection by a land slide
Settin up to son, won the prize
Stand up, why? Where it 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, Giant

[Polite of Cream Team]
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
Comin to America, now we places (uh-huh)
New in the hood, and they racist (uh-huh)
all the squeezin, they callin the precinct
We battle in ya PJ's or battle in the becon!

I kick vocals at the top of my lungs,
Playin cards, start wildin on dunns with guns
Remmy doctor, old man jams with 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 wit a growl 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 Team, billion buck spenders
boutiques, advantage, get move on
We too strong, the menace, nothin to con
Yachts we cruise on, money that's too
Pull out a book, coupon, purchase the Yukon

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