ROUGH NIGGA GETTIN' BUSY
By
Poison Clan
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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
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
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
HO' STORIES
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Intro: Madd BallYo JT check this out right: 'member back in the days niggas was
skippin' shit right you know fuckin' with the hoes and see we used
to kick lil' rhymes and shit hey I want you to some of the SAME
shit man! ...
JT: Uh! One two!
Madd Ball: Take us back in the days I want you to do this one for all
the boys 'round the way you know what I'm sayin'? Same shit 'bout
all those stank bitches.
Verse 1: JT Money
Hey yo, met a hoe named Sonia
Said "Hey, baby doll, let a nigga get on ya!"
She was with it, but one thing -
She had one leg and walked with a cane
I couldn't tell 'cause she was sittin' real pretty
Bug fat ass and some FAT-ass titties +whistles+
When the hoe stood up,
Trying to balance herself, I'm like, What the fuck!?
I was givin' her plenty play
I ain't wanted to be rude, so I fucked the hoe anyway
I only did what I could, +grunting+
'Cept for one thing about it, the pussy was good
I threw that leg to the ceiling,
Long-dicked the hoe, and the bitch started squealing
+"Ahh! Ah! Ah! Ah!"+
Like a dog in pain, then the bitch
Started cummin' and yellin' out my name
+"Ahh, JT!! JT!! JT!!"+
Then she wrapped that leg 'round my waist,
Held me close and said cum in her face
Now you know I was wit' it
Put dick in her mouth, and the silly bitch BIT it!
Damn! I pulled it out quick
+"God damn! Stupid BITCH!+
Now I got teeth-marks 'round my dick
I hit that bitch like a man,
Mad as fuck, swollen dick in my hand
Now I'm in pain, so I
Beat that bitch-ass with her own cane
+imitates beating noises+
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