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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 dollar boys club.
What you got a hundred for us? The fuck's that?
Three and a hair cut or some shit?
Aiyyo, Cream Team, baby.
hitters, New York City Giants.
Gamble for and 4 better for spots and things of that nature.
Pop off.

[Superb of Cream Team]
I rock wit hoes, I puff Optimos
Your label ship gold, but only sold
Perb got flows, and God knows
Fuck a for two dimes, she got to cop those
Used to be a thug, now he cop clothes
Try to come to the and we shot hoes

[Chip of American Cream Team]
I don't care who you got a wit or who you chill wit
Banky'll run up in your and shut you down on some real shit
Till the be like (Chill, kid)
That's to Abola Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit
Chef Banks, uh-huh, slash
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, long disc we piss
Resort this, gun powder coverin is blastphemist
Shotties say, "Fuck!", my name
damn well, I'm hurtin the same
What of the game 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
the code of honor that we livin in
Depleted the click, is never when
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
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, Giant

of American Cream Team]
Yo, we the ghetto, the land where everythin is real
Nights was tough, days hard as steel
Still we played the field like witout contracts
Broke the trends and the far beyond that
Comin to America, now we places (uh-huh)
New in the hood, and they racist (uh-huh)
>From all the squeezin, they callin the
We could battle in ya 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 growl barkin at crowds
He actin like he got shark now

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

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