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* lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is clean

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

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

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

[Killa Sin of
These rap icons, mass spit out of cons
Fuck a bigon, on ion in my python
We squeeze off, long disc when we
Resort this, gun powder coverin wrist is
Shotties say, "Fuck!", cursin my
damn well, I'm hurtin the same
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 smack him up for up
Be slitherin, hit him in the rips
Broke the code of honor that we in
Depleted the whole click, is never
but that

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

[Polite of American Team]
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land where is real
Nights was tough, days came hard as
Still we played the like 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 in ya PJ's or battle in the becon!

I vocals at the top of my lungs, drunk
Playin cards, young start wildin on 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 wit a growl start barkin at crowds
He actin he got shark skin now

of American Cream Team]
I lace my hookers G-String, Liz Clairborne
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, to lose con
Yachts we cruise on, money that's too
Pull out a check book, coupon, the Yukon

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