Poison Clan - Low Life Mutha *****as Lyrics
Intro from "Freddy's Dead") (Dolemite: "Yeah there's these two low life mutha*****as ...") Verse 1 [Debonaire] Check it out it's the Poison Clan Debonaire Drugz and the Money Man Low life niggas you see the Clan And say that it figures You can pull my file and see I Talk about hoes and shit that's wild 'Cause I don't give a god damn Bein' that ghetto hood that I am Gamblin' for bread; my Smif-n-Wessun Beats any spread You can't play me like Atari Mother*****ers tryin' to will be sorry 'Cause Debonaire's far from a sucker Another low-life mother*****er [JT Money] Mack-Daddy, another name for pimp Worried 'bout nothin', just struttin' with a gangsta limp Since the youth, had dreams of riches Makin' money by pimpin' *****es Parents hate me around their daughters Knowin' their kids sell for quarters And I don't pay any more 'Cause that's all she's worth to me, the low-life whore I mean, she's makin' me rich And only God knows I love a ***** Who keeps me strong in the game Pimp your little sister, won't feel shame I go *****-berserk, 'cause if your mother's On my dick, I'll put the ***** to work Verse 2 [Debonaire] It's a jack, so get against the wall And stop lookin' for a cop to call 'Cause if you do so much as twitch You'll end up somewhere in a ditch 'Cause I'm like that; you ain't heard? Mother*****ers had to spread the word This kid, I once shot him 'Cause his Cadillac had too much bottom That's a good enough reason To me, any season is shootin' season For a wild mother*****er Debonaire's never gettin' played like a sucker Niggas know that I go get thugs, And come back shootin' buck-shots and slugs [JT Money] Yeah, mother*****ers fear me But most be even scared to come near me They know I'm stampedin', leavin' a ***** unconscious and bleedin' Puttin' *****es on the 'ave And when a nigga see a *****, you say he gotta have But he will pay to ***** MY ***** That's when I get my percentage, which Keeps a nigga like me eatin' shrimp And makin' JT a mother*****in' pimp! Verse 3 [Debonaire] Debonaire's bad; the Devil's Dad Goin' on like I'm mentally mad See, I'm livin' like a villan You can look at me and see I'm top billin' I'm a goddamn player A ***** ain't shit to me once I slay 'er Once I get that ass, Best believe that ***** is gettin' left in the low class I know how to act The ***** won't ever talk to me behind my back 'Cause if so, she'll end up wit' Pictures on the milk-box for talkin' shit! [JT Money] A low life nigga After I ***** a *****, I egg her But then a brother gets mad But then I leave it up to the Devil's Dad 'Cause when niggas start to roll Money gots to chill 'cause I'm on parole Professional hit-man Throwin' a blow no nigga can withstand It gots me bent Owin' me and not payin' every cent? JT Money's something far from a sucker Another low-life mother*****er
