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letra de listen - poison clan

(intro: jt money)
yeeaahh!! wassup!
uh huh! rufftown’s in the house, know what i’m saying?
sending this to you sucka ass n-ggas, f-ck you n-ggas, know what i’m saying?
yo! i got the mob in the house, know what i’m saying?
yo, mike fresh what i want you to do, hype the track up a lil bit
so we can rip, know what i’m saying?
let these p-ssy n-ggas know something, know what i’m saying?
uh, i went to the hood and got my n-gga chain gang in the motherf-ckin house
my man, gucci, clayvoisie, my n-gga toby d-ck
we don’t give a f-ck about them creep n-ggas
cause we be ripping know what i’m saying?
that’s just how the rufftown mob is
make a n-gga feel different know what i’m saying?
f-ck that n-gga! yo gu, represent!

(verse 1: sir gucci)
here comes the rufftown ruff neck catching wreck in 9-3
straight from the chain gang homies with the p-c
so f-ck n-ggas, ease back (yeah, n-ggas!)
f-ck around, talk sh-t and get capped from a 9 gat (buck! buck!)
i raise sh-t like the b-tch i rush (wassup?)
?? the problem solver, motherf-ckas, i’m the paralyzer
j, n-ggas don’t know me (know what i’m saying?)
gucci is the name, nine trey they can’t control me (b-tch!)
cause i’m too motherf-ckin hard
smoke blunts, smoke n-ggas and leaving b-tch p-ssy scarred
they call me motherf-ckin bam-bam
strap on my steel toes and kick a n-gga like van damme
cause i’m the n-gga from the c-point, g
ain’t no motherf-ckin hammer, but y’all n-ggas can’t touch me
and for you hoes acting mushy
b-tch, y’all know the phrase, i kick the cum out your p-ssy, b-tch!

(hook: rakim sample)
rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes on

(verse 2: toby d-ck)
hey p-ssy!
listen, ya hearing ain’t the biggest, ass whipping
p-ssy, cause on your nuts, i’m bout to bust some p-ssies
skinny n-gga rocking polos, slanging bolos
like rid it p-ssy, dig it p-ssy
toby d-ck with the clan, not ku klux
made a few bucks, now i don’t give two f-cks
listen, i pop a clip in, grab your clip and dip and you know
time keeps on slipping, p-ssy
your styles are gushy with a slug
go go gadget, guess you should’ve paid me
rock-a-bye baby, buck em down
f-ck a tree top, pop that pistol grip like a reebok
p-ssy, i go platinum and you won’t go paper clip
give you bleach and still can’t fade my sh-t
you got one leg up
i kick the other up from under (ohh my god!)
and give your sight to stevie wonder
pu pu p-ssy!

(hook)

(verse: 3 clayvoisie)
i put yo motherf-ckin d-ck in the dirt
if you holler it hurt
n-ggas wanna run up on me but that sh-t won’t work
cause they know i don’t give a f-ck, when i’m busting shots
i spray with the a-r then i load the glock
i’m a n-gga with that rap, better stay strap
don’t f-ck around and get yo ass blown off the map
i’m pumping slugs and all you wannabe thugs
if you ain’t down with the squad, then there’s no love
and not to mention, them hoes out to get attention
and putting n-ggas in f-cked up positions
don’t be a dummy with your money, cause it come and go
and jt told you to put sh-t past no ho
some n-ggas don’t understand
that i’m a pimp and i hook hoes like the candyman
seven days a week, i need a freak
and i’m getting more ass than a toilet seat
so just

(hook)

(interlude)
“if ya just listen to the man on the mic”

(verse 4: jt money)
i pooch up to no man
raise more h-ll than the omen
bucking on n-ggas like my man derek owens
got sk!lls with the steel plus my rap style is rugged
step out of line and then it’s boom to the nuggets
sending this one to the chumps who think they wanna get bad
come with that dumb sh-t you’ll leave with a sh-t bag
uh, so run up like you got something to prove
f-ck around and get a kidney remove
a lot of people think i’m sick cause i love letting lead off
a tech to the neck will blow a motherf-cka’s head off
girlies on the tip cause i’m so cool
f-ck enough tricks to start my own ho school
last year i did an album mostly about gold diggers
this year, i’m strictly about f-cking up n-ggas
peace to my n-ggas on the set gettin hype
and f-ck them hoe n-ggas i don’t like
we out!

(hook, scratching to the end)

- poison clan

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