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* unedited lyrics; the pj's soundtrack is clean

[intro: chip banks of american cream team]
What? aiyyo, y'all wanna do a track wit us or some shit?
We the billion dollar boys club.
What you got a hundred thousand for us? the fuck's that?
Three rings and a hair cut or some shit?
Aiyyo, american cream team, baby.
Heavy hitters, new york city giants.
Gamble for plots and 4 better for spots and things of that nature.
Pop off.

[superb of american cream team]
I don't rock wit hoes, i puff optimos
Your label ship gold, but only copper sold
Perb got flows, everybody and god knows
Fuck a bitch for two dimes, she got to cop those
Used to be a thug, now he wear cop clothes
Try to come to the hood and we shot hoes

[chip banks of american cream team]
I don't care who you got a deal wit or who you chill wit
Banky'll run up in your session and shut you down on some real shit
Till the chef be like (chill, kid)
That's word to abola perrione, dem not know who they deal wit
Chef banks, uh-huh, slash banky
Got the whole world callin flex tryin to transtate me
Said new jack city 2, banky b. nino, push a 2000 benz-ino

[killa sin of killarmy]
These rap icons, mass spit fire out of cons
Fuck a bigon, rely on ion in my python
We squeeze off, long disc when we piss
Resort this, gun powder coverin wrist is blastphemist
Shotties say, "fuck!", cursin my name
Knowin damn well, i'm hurtin the same
What part of the game you playin?
Kid, i'm sayin, yo, three months ago you was on
You fallin short now, chasin a don, you're money ain't loned
Faggot fuck, bag him, stick him in the back of my truck
Strip him and smack him up for actin up
Be slitherin, hit him in the rips again
Broke the code of honor that we livin in
Depleted the whole click, is never when
But never that

[chorus: raekwon]
Aiyyo, there it go again, same shit, just rep
Show me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we rollin
Worldwide, niggaz look live, collection cream by a land slide
Settin up to son, won the grand prize
Stand up, why? where it came from? accord and the 5
Where the name from? read the rob, yo
Yo, while we handglide, slang lye
Chill, ya better recognize, cuz it's cut out for big shit, giant size

[polite of american cream team]
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land where everythin is real
Nights was tough, days came hard as steel
Still we played the field like players witout contracts
Broke the trends and the fans far beyond that
Comin to america, now we tradin places (uh-huh)
New faces in the hood, and they racist (uh-huh)
>from all the squeezin, they callin the precinct
We could battle in ya pj's or battle in the becon!

[raekwon]
I kick vocals at the top of my lungs, drunk
Playin cards, young start wildin on dunns with guns
Remmy doctor, old man jams with voice of hoffa
Chill, slap shorty up at the opera (battle in the becon!)
Uncle got the kangaroo, rock the kangaroo, boo
Start cursin out white boys shoes, you wild
Thirstin howl wit a growl start barkin at crowds
He actin like he got shark skin now

[kingpin of american cream team]
I lace my hookers with g-string, liz clairborne
Don the king, hustlin, nigga don i mean
Exquisite, a radiant, brilliant chemist
American cream team, billion buck spenders
Strip boutiques, advantage, get move on
We too strong, the menace, nothin to lose con
Yachts we cruise on, money that's too long
Pull out a check book, coupon, purchase the yukon

[chorus]

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

(blue raspberry) these rainy days...
(raekwon) doin this for nineteen ninety-six
Revolution is a trick, be aware

Verse one: raekwon

Yo, yo, yo
I run with rich rap cats who run corners
They run through alleys, navy blue bally's at the grand finale
Still in all, currency catches the eye of the youth
On top, playin on three corners of the roof
So we accept that, jettin at nights
Don't ever wet that, drop the g-pack how will i eat black
And brothers, flexin labels like cables
White sables, pressin up, tryin to make a debut
Hard times, when the god rhyme, i maim the minds
Because he playin mines close
We ain't related cuz he raided mine
They see me lampin up in 850's
With 360's, blowin like 160 sellin fifties
Due to the wicked, dice should never lie
Now that's a damn lie, provin on standby, man why?
The game, i mentally tear down the brain
Half of us'll feel the pain, big boy, let it rain
I guess my whole team is marvelous
Street life novelist, let it rain dunn, swallow this

Word up, so you know
When i take you there you just add on to this (let it rain dunn, swallow this)

Chorus: raekwon (singing)

You know how to love me
Makes me feel so good (let it rain let it rain)
You know how to -- you know how to love me *laughter*
Makes me feel so good -- flex my voices right, it's on knowhati'msayin?

Verse two: raekwon the chef

Guess down, the crazy new appar' just for the new year
Wavy hair plus, we get much cuz we on the air
Cristal whylin my medallion, stylin it's like city island
Relax kid, while shorty profilin
Until then, we got to bend with the wind
Plus build again, writin my friends sendin em linen tims
I'm tired of robberies, pornography
Throw a pair, wally's on poach for live nigga pho-tography

Chorus: raekwon (singin)

You know how to love me
Makes me feel so good

Verse three: ghostface killer

Yo, yo
Check out the handshake fake niggaz rockin the toupee
Frontin on me and chef, yo it's dog day
Afternoon i'm blowin up your weak platoon
Leave you helpless, screamin from all types of wounds
I be the expert, blowin like a firework
Covertin concepts that will nerve-wreck in concert
Cuz i write, and blast and slash your whole level
I'm holy god i be challengin pros for gold medals
Whatever, still remain sturdy like a leather
On friday's, get your fresh pay, from a better
Represent, my lifestyle is in like flynn
Mili-tinted god shit is very masculine
Mad tuff, razor bust stuff with nuff said
Ex-dust said, now puttin heads to bed
Call me a legend, flexin with the style of old
Carryin loads of loot, mad rich buryin gold
Sabotage, thoughts of livin large any day now
The land to satisfy the whole garage
Back to the morrow, soon to make a novel
Born to be, sellin like marvel comic books for my survival
Beware, i'm hittin like a snare from the delphonics
Crushin niggaz i be blowin like egg-onomics
Washed up, you're fuckin with a daily error
No fat, niggaz be jettin when they face terror

Check it out y'all, all the fly chicks, yeahhh
Check it out yo, all the fly chicks, you know i dig your back out
Word up word up but check it out it's still china
Word up, one time y'all
(new york, new york that's the temple, knowhati'msayin?)
(georgia) carolinas, mexica
Mexico, canada, word up
Baltimore, ba, plus philly and boston
Mississippi, and chicago, no doubt no doubt
Word up, michigan michigan