PUT SHIT PASS NO HO
By
Poison Clan
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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
ROUGH NIGGA GETTIN' BUSY
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Intro:Poison Clan's in the house and ya don't stop!
JT's in the house and ya don't stop!
Tony Cash in the house and ya can't quit!
Poison Clan comin' dope with the funky shit!
Hey yo throw ya hands in the air!
And wave 'em like ya just don't care!
And if you're ready to rock with JT and the Clan
Lemme hear ya say aw yeah!
Verse 1: JT Money
JT wreckin' shit like a drunk driver
The Bitch-izer's richer and wiser
Niggas camouflage to be large like the great one
Talkin' shit? Oh, that's a mistake, son!
'Cause I'm on track like a train
Puttin' niggas in pain, who think they can hang
With the likes of the Money Man
I'm from the Clan; I leave your head spinnin' like a fan
So spread your hustle, we can go off the muscle
Brothers talk shit, but still don't wanna tussle
With the Clan's warrior!
Make a sad story o' whoever's in the section,
'Cause all you get is wrecked, son
If you don't know what you're in for,
Pay attention as I mention the info
Or you'll get slapped like a hoe
I'm from the bottom, niggas! Act like you know!
Chorus (4x):
[I am ROUGH!]
[Another hit from the freestyle fanatic]
Verse 2: JT Money
Save the beef for the patty; I don't rap for the weak
The Poison Clan's mack daddy ain't your speed
I get respect to the maximum, some be actin' dumb
They're not down with the Poison, so I'm taxin' 'em
Eatin' 'em up, like a gyro sandwich
They're never Poison Clan 'cause they do zero damage
JT Money's the man you can never predict
I'm crusin' while suck
THE BITCH THAT I HATE
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DEB: Hey baby I'm outta here I'm goin' to work.BITCH: Bitch you know you ain't goin' to no motherfuckin' work! You
prob'ly goin' 'round one of them long cock slimy hoes'
motherfuckin' house!
DEB: Oh you callin' me a liar bitch? I'll fuck you up in here!
BITCH: Who you gon' fuck up? You gon' GET fucked up! I'm tired every
time I motherfuckin' turn around a bitch comin' to me talkin'
'bout, you fuckin' with them ...
DEB: Hey, hold up, hold up, check this out ...
Verse 1: Debonaire
When you first moved in, you ain't talked so slick
All you had to do was clean and take dick
Knowin' that Deb would bring home the bacon
Everything was cool, but now you break him
Sayin' how I don't take you out
Like when we first met, but think about
This motherfucker that bought you cribs
Comin' home to fast food instead of home-cooked ribs
I ain't complained, but you go on
Talkin' 'bout shit like your period's on
Sayin' how I spend too much time
Away from you with those friends of mine
A nigga will be a nigga
And a hoe will think that he's trying to egg her
So, bitch, you better get it straight
Before you become the bitch that I hate
BITCH: JT, I ain't with that shit! How you gon' be a dog and don't
even know it 'round here, bullshittin' me like that? You got me
fucked up! I deserve better bullshit than that! I ain't with
all that fuck-shit, talkin' 'bout, "I don't do this, I don't do
that," man, you better come clean with that fuck-shit! You
know better than that!
JT: Hold up, hold up, let me straighten all this shit right here!
INSIDE EDITION
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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
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
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,