INSIDE EDITION
By
Poison Clan
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[Sounds of typewriter clicking.]INTERVIEWER {Debbie Bennett}: We're here with JT Money of the now
infamous Poison Clan. And JT we want to hear it from your point of
view. Tell us why you're always in trouble with the police. Tell us about
school. JT your fans want to hear it from your point of view in your
own words. JT?
Verse 1: JT Money
Mary had a little lamb and it was ME!
A rowdy motherfucker named JT
Problem child! Got on, got strong,
Now they say I'm buckwild!
But I ain't payin' them mind,
The ol' girl used to say a hard head made a soft behind
So I guess I'm the black sheep of the family,
'Cause they ass can't handle ME!
And I hate cops, 'cause they like
To break black sheep into lamb chops
So I keep makin' problems
'Cause I can't picture bein' sheep-skin condoms!
And I don't need no shepherd, see
Especially one that's cursed with leprosy
See, not all black sheep sleep
Look what happened to Little Bo Peep's!
Hers left and got knowledge!
Fuck high school and motherFUCK college!
Now you see why I'm so destructive:
A black sheep ain't shit to fuck with!
INTERVIEWER: JT, you use the word "bitch" quite a bit in your lyrics.
Tell me, do you have a girlfriend? Is there a woman in your life? In
the day and age that women are demanding more respect, what do
you have to say to the young ladies about bitches? Are you "the
Bitch-izer"?
Verse 2: JT Money
Young ladies shouldn't get offended when they hear
But if the motherfuckin' shoe fits, wear it!
I think a hoe is a hoe, and a bitch is a bitch
I'ma talk about ya ass and keep gettin' rich!
Now why quit gettin' money? I'm JT Money,
And I can't do nothin' for ya, honey!
So don't be on my back like a jacket
I can't hack it, and you'll get smacked, bitch!
'Cause I hate hoes and they hate me
But I don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm JT!
The motherfuckin' Bitch-izer!
Hoe, talk shit, so I can paralyze ya!
I can't have no wife! I hate hoes,
Plus it's in my nature to be a low-life!
So that love shit is OUT! I'm a pimp;
I'll slap the taste from a bitch' mouth!
INTERVIEWER: JT, let's be realistic. The fame and glory can't go on
forever. The Poison Clan has done quite well, but without a high
school diploma, what would you do, if it all just fell apart, today, now?
You have nothing left. The music was over. Let us know.
Verse 3: JT Money
Snatch a bitch down in the middle of the street
Get that book and break out in a heart beat
And then I'll go, out on
the 'ave to shoot some C-LO!
So I can double my shit
'Cause hell, I'm known for rollin' 4-5-6
I just might lay the whole game down
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
ALL THEY GOOD 4
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(Yo my nigga fuck that bitch! Tell them all they good for!)Verse 1: JT Money
Time for them bitches with the
Weave and bangols big ear rings and jangols
Walkin' 'round town lookin' all pretty
Actin' all seditty attitude shitty!
You can't front on me bitch I know ya ass
You was valedictorian of my class
Used to copy your papers you lil' nerd
Now you tryin' to get fly? That shit's for the birds!
Seen you every day jumpin' in cars
BMW's, Benz's and Jaguars
Guess you're lettin' all the dope niggas hit ya
See you on the picture, lettin' three get ya
I remember when niggas couldn't touch you
Sold you a buck or two, now they can fuck you!
You got to rap, now I guess that's kinda fun
Because you made projects from 1991
Simply nothin', hoe! You gets nothin', hoe!
Seen you on film, and now you're frontin'? Yo,
Bitch, don't try to flauge, 'cause all you good for
Is some head and a back massage!
All they good FOR! (4x)
Verse 2: JT Money
I know this bitch who fucked niggas with big money
Now she got a big tummy, lookin' like a big dummy
Told another hoe she fiendin' for John Doe
Don't even know his last name and claims she gettin' John's dough
Hoe, you ain't nothin' but a trick bitch,
Schemin' on niggas, tryin' to get rich
Talkin' bout, "So-and-so is my nigga,"
Sittin' on your ass while your bank account's gettin' bigger
But one nigga bust you up and ran
Now you stuck with a baby on your hands
Lookin' at the next man? Don't even bother
It's not my fault you don't know your baby's father
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
POISON FREESTYLE
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featuring Brother Marquis Tony RockVerse 1: JT Money
Roll out the red carpet let the bugles blow
The pimp deserves a grand intro y'don't know?
I know you're sick of bubble gum w/rappers puttin' you to bed
But not JT Money I'm somethin' like a SudaFed
I give relief that's far from lousy
And get the job done without gettin' you drowsy
Since I'm from the bottom the other rappers tried dissin'
But in the end, my ass they'll be kissin'
I must state how stupid remarks
Can cause enough friction to give off sparks
Makin' people think that a giant king
Couldn't come from the bottom 'cause of second string
But I'ma make history as I get hype
Drop a science that'll damage that stereotype
Ask for drama, 'cause I'ma, bout to set off
A Poisonous freestyle, instead of
The average, ordinary everyday thing
I'm outstandin', leavin' rappers out standin' in the rain
Poison like venom, gettin' in 'em, then I conquer
When I'm finished rockin' you're jockin' for an encore
My masterpieces will smash to pieces
Or should I say demo, the mass that reaches
You better take a bufferin' with sufferin' from
The wrath of the style that can't be outdone
It's like that y'all, 'cause I'm the ultimate
Yo, Tony Rock, take the stand 'cause I'm about to sit!
Verse 2: Tony Rock
MC's up north, and niggas like Spike take shorts
Thinkin' that the only rappers live in New York
Dick-heads like you, they don't know the deal
Sayin' if it's not from up there, it can't be real
But since you're ignorant and stupid at best,
I'll have to break this down from
ACTION (MIKE FRESH NASTY MIX)
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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