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letra de low life mutha fuckas - poison clan

intro from “freddy’s dead”)
(dolemite: “yeah there’s these two low life m-th-f-ckas …”)

verse 1
[debonaire] check it out it’s the poison clan
debonaire drugz and the money man
low life n-gg-s you see the clan
and say that it figures
you can pull my file and see i
talk about hoes and sh-t that’s wild
’cause i don’t give a god d-mn
bein’ that ghetto hood that i am
gamblin’ for bread; my smif-n-wessun
beats any spread
you can’t play me like atari
motherf-ckers tryin’ to will be sorry
’cause debonaire’s far from a sucker
another low-life motherf-cker
[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’ b-tches
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 wh-r-
i mean, she’s makin’ me rich
and only god knows i love a b-tch
who keeps me strong in the game
pimp your little sister, won’t feel shame
i go b-tch-berserk, ’cause if your mother’s
on my d-ck, i’ll put the b-tch 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?
motherf-ckers 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 motherf-cker
debonaire’s never gettin’ played like a sucker
n-gg-s know that i go get thugs,
and come back shootin’ buck-shots and slugs
[jt money] yeah, motherf-ckers fear me
but most be even scared to come near me
they know i’m stampedin’, leavin’
a b-tch unconscious and bleedin’
puttin’ b-tches on the ‘ave
and when a n-gg- see a b-tch, you say he gotta have
but he will pay to f-ck my b-tch
that’s when i get my percentage, which
keeps a n-gg- like me eatin’ shrimp
and makin’ jt a motherf-ckin’ 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 godd-mn player
a b-tch ain’t sh-t to me once i slay ‘er
once i get that -ss,
best believe that b-tch is gettin’ left in the low cl-ss
i know how to act
the b-tch won’t ever talk to me behind my back
’cause if so, she’ll end up wit’
pictures on the milk-box for talkin’ sh-t!
[jt money] a low life n-gg-
after i f-ck a b-tch, i egg her
but then a brother gets mad
but then i leave it up to the devil’s dad
’cause when n-gg-s start to roll
money gots to chill ’cause i’m on parole
professional hit-man
throwin’ a blow no n-gg- can withstand
it gots me bent
owin’ me and not payin’ every cent?
jt money’s something far from a sucker
another low-life motherf-cker

- poison clan

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