Intro:
[Rasta verse by Likkle Wicked;
Most of his verse is indistinct]
Now rudeboy JT, from Poison Clan
Come in wit dem lyrics and k** the gangstas!!
JT: Ahem! Hello everybody, this JT Money, the b**hizer...
Verse 1: JT Money
Yo, I can get fly like a plane and then wreck sh**
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 sh**'s strong
But be prepared to get your whole crew flipped on
'Cause I flip n***as like coins
And once I get gone I'm in they a** like hem'rhoids!
n***as get done, but then so many try
To be like JT motherf**in' M-O-N-E-Y
I get busy like 5pm traffic
Punks get they a** kicked when sh** gets drastic
Uhh, n***as don't want none of me, see
When I get hot, I burn they a** like VD
I stay hard like Capn' Crunch, s**as get capped
And crunched, or dissed if you're rappin', punk
Most of y'all can't understand me
You'll probably say "That n***a that can't be from Miami!"
I hate punks with a pa**ion
Hey yo, hoe, tell them n***as 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' n***as, the kinda creep n***as
Step up and get beat, n***as!
'Cause if you try the PC, it gets f**ed 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, f** you, and motherf** your crew
I roll with JT and Big Ram too!
We livin' phat, matter fact, we gets ill, see
And when we roll, we just rippin' up your posse
So if you talk sh**, talk it under your breath
'Cause if I hear ya, your a**'ll be marked for d**h!
Best believe n***as' heads I be bashin'
And yo, you know what's next!
Chorus
Verse 3: JT Money
Check 1-2 for a n***a who step to this
Step up and just wait for my lefts to miss, uhh
Before you get a chance to run ya mouth
I shoot them thangs to ya a** so you're down for the count!
I beat ya bad a**es wit a bad-a** gang o' n***as
I'm from the Clan, so of course I be hangin' n***as
No matter how tough you feel or you might look
Drop yo a** with a right hook
I stick out like a saucer, n***as say I'm awesome
Wreck your little 1's 2's 3's and 4somes
The B-I-T-C-H-I-Z-E-R
When I step up you see how I
Keepin' n***as in check, approachin' with the tech
The old-fashioned way I earn my respect
Been down for a minute, did a quick bit
Came back knockin' about the box like (?) did!
So chumps run up and get ran over
I'ma take the USA and Japan over
I'm the one-man wreckin' ball that's werckin' y'all
Here's some advice: I'm wreckin' all!
You motherf**ers stop talkin' trash and
Shep the f** out my way 'cause ...
Chorus
Outro: Likkle Wicked