ACTION (MIKE FRESH NASTY MIX)
By
Poison Clan
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Intro:[Rasta verse by Likkle Wicked;
most of his verse is indistinct]
Now rudeboy JT from Poison Clan
come in wit dem lyrics and kill the gangstas!!
JT: Ahem! Hello everybody this JT Money the Bitchizer...
Verse 1: JT Money
Yo I can get fly like a plane and then wreck shit
Stomp on Compton and flex through the exit
Uhh rainin' on punks like a cloud
Punks get devoured 'cause no punks are allowed!
So step up if you think your shit's strong
But be prepared to get your whole crew flipped on
'Cause I flip niggas like coins
And once I get gone I'm in they ass like hem'rhoids!
Niggas get done, but then so many try
To be like JT motherfuckin' M-O-N-E-Y
I get busy like 5pm traffic
Punks get they ass kicked when shit gets drastic
Uhh, niggas don't want none of me, see
When I get hot, I burn they ass like VD
I stay hard like Capn' Crunch, suckas get capped
And crunched, or dissed if you're rappin', punk
Most of y'all can't understand me
You'll probably say "That nigga that can't be from Miami!"
I hate punks with a passion
Hey yo, hoe, tell them niggas what I want!
Chorus (4x)
[I want action] MURDER!! MURDER!!
Verse 2: Uzi
Lights, camera, action, it's on
Uzi is the brother on the mike, word is bond
I'm talkin' to all the fallin' niggas, the kinda creep niggas
Step up and get beat, niggas!
'Cause if you try the PC, it gets fucked up
We always strapped with the gat, so just shut up
And if I pull, you better pray 'cause you is dead, black
Test me out and you'll see just where my heart's at
That's how it is, fuck you
PUT SHIT PASS NO HO
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Intro: JT MoneyYeahhhh wussup! It's that nigga! Uh! Nine Three!
Catch a record once again on them hoes!
Sendin' this one to all the negroes! Niggas with hoe problems ...
Niggas yo niggas is down over hoes! Shit is real!
Hoes ain't worth it money grip!
No bullshit 'bout them hoes them hoes is SLAMMIN'!
But I ain't got no problem with hoes
see my problem's with niggas! You niggas MAKE hoes like this!
That's why - yo, fuck that! Yo, check it out ...
Verse 1: JT Money
Check it, I make the hoes get butt-ass naked
Every time I wreck shit on a fuckin' record
But listen as I drop it 'bout today's topic
Soft-flow pussy-creep niggas need to stop it!
Wanna shoot another nigga 'bout a hoe
Just 'cause he fuck, nigga, let that bitch go
Now tell her how many niggas fuck before him
Guess you wanna grab a gat and go and try to show them
I ain't think so, not 'bout a stank hoe
Who like to fuck 'round head, tryin' to gain flow?
It's the '90s, you niggas better wake up
A lot of hoes out there's out to take stuff
Now this is not a record 'bout dissin' women
But all women got a little rob-and-givers in 'em
See, all them hoes wanna do is spend flow
With they friends and go dippin' in the Benz-o
Through the 'hood but you just couldn't figure
Your best hoe fuckin' 'round with some other nigga
Now you wanna clean your gun I'm gon' to
But that bitch gon' fuck who she want to!
So to keep that shit on the down low,
My nigga, put shit past no hoe!
Big Ram:
Yeah, don't put shit past NONE of them slimy-ass bitches!
Chorus (4x): JT Money
Put shit p
GAME RECOGNIZE GAME
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Intro: JT MoneyUhh. Smooth track. Got the hoes in the background singin'.
Y'hear 'em? True. Yeah time to get back on them hoes
let 'em know ... can't run game on a gangsta ... a nigga with
game KNOW' game y'know what I'm sayin'? Cut all the small
talk I'ma just tell you the illness I don't wanna be trippin'.
Verse 1: JT Money
Yo some women doubt I'm for real while some shout I'm
A dirty-mouth rapper 'cause I tell the truth 'bout 'em
But yo, after that I felt good
Told the truth 'bout them hoes like nobody else would
And yep, I still feel the same way
But you gotta respect the way the game's played
Because you can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em
So I get with 'em, and then I talk about 'em
'Cause yo, it's all just a game to me
Some women get offended, but you're all the same to me
See, most women got some B or H in 'em
If they don't, they associate with 'em
Why? Because it's in they nature
To run game on brothers and try to gank 'em for they paper
And I'm just up on the whole thing
So yo - game recognize game!
(Game recognize game!) Uh! Come on! Yeah!
(Game recognize game!) W'sup! Yeah, dude, come on!
(Game recognize game!) W'sup to the hoes!
(Game recognize game!) PC lettin' ya know!
(Game recognize game!) Yeah! Come on!
(Game recognize game!) All the hoes, w'sup!!
(Game recognize game!) Yeah! Yeah!
(Game recognize game!) Uh!
Verse 2: JT Money
I know a girl named Susan, constantly juicin'
Brothers for the flow, then she's out the door
And so, heard my last album,
Made a bet with her friend,
LIVIN' IN THE CITY
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Intro:Boy it's some shady times out there goin' on right now.
Man shit be out there you got them real niggas and them
fake niggas then you got them coochie ass niggas who say
they down when they ain't down. My nigga you better get
yourself together boy 'cause this shit real!
Verse 1: JT Money
Where I'm from the M I A M I
Young nigga got on got strong now he's too fly
'Cause of what he has in his possession
A few keys of coke and some pounds of that cest
And a flurry of hoes
Drop tops, flip-flops, ??????
Now he don't holler at the fellas
And the homies from 'round the way is gettin' jealous
So they sit back and scheme
Strapped with AK's, Mac10's and car beams
Now what you think they gon' do?
Sit in front of his crib, and wait for him to come through
So they can touch his ass
But if the nigga try to buck, they gon' bust his ass
+gunshots+ And fill him up with holes
But that's just how shit goes, when you're ...
Chorus:
{Livin' in the ci-ty}
{Livin' in the ci-ty} <'Cause in the city, you live and let die..>
{Livin' in the ci-ty}
{Livin' in the ci-ty}
Verse 2: JT Money
Wake up to the sound of somebody screamin'
Look out my window, some niggas triple-teamin'
A nigga who ain't from 'round the way
And ass-whippin's the price you gotta pay
For tryin' to play bold
Walkin' through my neighborhood wearin' your gold
Talkin' 'bout goin' to a bitch' crib
Now you're fucked up and stuck with broke
SHAKE WATCHA MAMA GAVE YA
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JT: Fuck that shit let's go to Pac Jam.Devastator:
Yeahhhhh ha ha! C'mon now! C'mon! Yo yo! Lemme hear ya say
Shake what ya mama gave yaaa! (Shake what ya mama gave yaaa!)
Say shake what ya mama gave yaaa! (Shake what ya mama gave yaaa!)
Lemme hear ya say shake what ya mama gave yaaa! (Shake what ya mama gave yaaa!)
Lemme hear ya say shake what ya mama gave yaaa! (Shake what ya mama gave yaaa!)
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, SHAKE THAT SHIT, HOE!!!
Verse 1: JT Money
Hoe, bend over and spread ya butt cheeks
Let a nigga see them guts, freak!
Touch the ground! Slap that ass,
Make it jump up and down!
You gotta get butt-naked
But if you want my money, hoe, you gotta shake it
What you gon' do? You gotta shake somethin'
For Madd Ball and Uzi too!
Roll them hips, get this grip
Now let me see them pussy-lips
You know a nigga be lovin' it
Bring that ass too close, I'm up in it!
See, I'ma get my money's worth, bitch,
I ain't tryin' to make yo' ass rich
JT, with a different kind of flavor
Bitch, shake what ya' mama gave ya!
Devastator:
C'mon, c'mon, say shake what ya mama gave yaaa! (Shake what ya mama gave yaaa!)
Lemme hear ya say shake what ya mama gave yaaa! (Shake what ya mama gave yaaa!)
C'mon, c'mon, shake what ya mama gave yaaa! (Shake what ya mama gave yaaa!)
Lemme hear ya say shake what ya mama gave yaaa! (Shake what ya mama gave yaaa!)
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, WORK THAT SHIT, BITCH!!!
Verse 2: JT Money
Work for this money, honey, stop fakin'
I wanna see some real booty-shakin'
Slap that ass and make it jiggle
Now shake for a little
JERI CURL
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[repeated riff from the Beatles' "Do You Want To Know A Secret?"]Verse 1: JT Money
Bitches with jericurls I can't stand
Now this is comin' straight from the Money Man
I used to fuck this hoe now I hate her
Wherever she went she left Activator
I mean her neck was so greasy and black
The mom even had to talk behind her back
And when the boys heard about the sis
They said "Yo I'ma tell you like this:
If the girl sits on your couch,
Be prepared to get the stain out."
But I forgot, and that was it
And when she did the shit, mom had a fit
And was askin' me where I found her
Sayin' don't bring another around her
But even now, as long as it's been,
She'll check the hair before lettin' 'em in
Verse 2: Debonaire
Jericurls I hate - it'll make
A bitch get dissed on a blind date
While walkin' out on her. I wouldn't
Put a bitch like that on the corner
I hate it with a passion, 'cause, number
One, it's a fucked-up fashion
Believe I've seen enough, and what's rough,
The hoes wanna meet us, but I ain't with it
A jeri-bitch? She can forget it!
Every time you with her, kiss
On her neck and her tit'll taste bitter
Plus it got a nasty smell; some sayin' I-double-L
Them hoes can forget it, because
Debonaire: I ain't with it
Verse 3: JT Money
Jericurls I've seen enough of
Believe me, I don't know what's rougher
When your car seems greasy, or
When because some lazy-ass whore
Gets too lazy to do us shit
So the bitch goes out and gets
That jericurl, me in her wallet
If she comes around me, a