(feat. Bustdown)
[Verse 1: JT Money]
Uh, a-1-2-1-2, check it out, on the mic, we got tonight,
Check it out, Madd Ball in the house, a-come on,
Bustdown's in the house tonight, a-come on, yours truly
JT in the house, come on, we got the whole PC in the
House, come on, and we sendin' this one out to all, you,
Stinkin', a**, motherf**in'
b**hes, listen to this here, no time to be sincere
'Cause this just a diss here
My attitude toward b**hes is rude
Don't wanna see 'em unless they're in the nude
So then it's off with the clothes
Now I'm a low-life, with no wife, you know how that sh** goes
See, I expect a lil' somethin'
I hope you don't, 'cause hoe, You Gets Nothin'!
All I got is straight pipe, and back-bone
And when I'm finished, put your clothes on and go home
Hurry up and don't act like a deaf, toots
'Cause I'm quick to catch fists and throw left hooks
To the foreheads of all b**hes
I just wanna hang around and pipe 'em, then I splak 'em down
It's just the game I play
I long-dick them hoes, and send 'em on they way
'Cause I'm a cold-hearted n***a with no feelings
For a b**h or a mutt, but I'm out for that bu*t
But I believe in safe s**
So pa** the latex or gimme straight neck
See, I ain't tryin' to get burnt or stabbed
By a b**h with an itch, or a p**y like a campfire
See, I'm the motherf**in' Woman-izer -
Oops, I mean b**h-izer, plus I'm rich and wiser
But b**hes don't look in my pocket
Could you let the cat out the bag and let me knock it?
sh**, just how the game's played
I lie to get down, bang the boots and get paid
'Cause see, that money gotta be right first
So b**h, get the rubbers, and I'll get your purse
Respect the game, that's how it goes
Lil' somethin' for ya raggly-a** hoes!
Yo Bustdown, whatcha gon' do with this, my n***a??
[Verse 2: Bustdown]
You go jack be nimble, jack be quick
If you don't s** dick, trick-b**h, you ain't sh**
See, I'ma hit you with the phrase that pays
5' 10", brown skin, with dick for days
To all you hoes, take a chill pill
'Cause I'm on the mic, gettin' hype with the real deal
I take a rhyme to the limit
I drink a 40, take the mic and diss a b**h in a minute
To all you ladies, I don't mean to insult ya
You feel dissed and you're pissed, and for that I can't fault ya
But see, I fell in love a couple of times
And all I got was cramps and a mind full of b**h-rhymes
They want a n***a livin' large
They wanna give you the p**y, a quick nut and a rape charge
I know they're nothin' but jail bait
But when I jump on stage, ?geronimo?, them hoes tailgate
But them hoes only get clowned
Straight-up dicked down, and then I skip town
That's why I need a for-real hoe
'Cause I'll kick a weak freak to the curb with a steel-toe
And they'll break you if you let 'em,
So I tell the truth about them hoes and I let Keith sweat 'em
So tell me, why should I slang like powder
When I cam run game on a b**h and talk her out her last dollar
See, I'm smooth like tile
I get buck wild, I even f** wild
I play a n***a like the next man
f** his main b**h, and at the weddin', be the best man!
[JT:] Yeah, it's like that and ya don't quit!
But check it out, I'm 'finna bust this ill sh**!
[Verse 3:] JT Money; Rasta verse: Madd Ball
[JT Money]
JT, a n***a with dick to go 'round
Slangin' pipe, dickin' all the hoes down
Collect b**hes by the dozen
f**ed my own cousin, make a b**h leave her husband
I put a b**h in the choke-hole
I hate a broke hoe, so hit the door, hoe!
I need a b**h with a n***a that's payin'
So she could buy ME a place to stay in
I can't be workin' for a livin'
b**h, I'm out to get, not to be givin'
'Cause I'm a goddamn player
I leave a b**h sprung out on me, after I lay ya
And I'ma get the hoe' riches
Madd Ball, kick somethin' for these raggedy-a** b**hes!
[Madd Ball]
I used to f** Sheena, but now I'm f**in' Jill
Go a Red Lobster, made the b**h pay de bill
Some a dem a [??] but everybody fi' just chill
'Ja blood claat girl, watch de deal!
Sho' nuff she givin' the head up at her will
So never get pregnant just because [?] de pill
Pa** me a rubber let me show ya some sk**s
[????????] the top like a windmill
So everybody, everybody fi' just chill
It's not my fault, b**h, ya know ya got bills
[?????] p**y, girl, ya musta been ill
Dis is the Posion Clan, girl, ya betta chill
Muve ya blood claat, ya know how it go
This one dedicate' to them raggedy-a** hoes!
[Outro: JT Money and Bustdown]
[JT]
True, somethin' for you raggedy b**hes from my n***a,
Madd Ball, from me, JT Money the b**h-izer, from my
n***a Bustdown, you know what I'm sayin'?
[BD]
So yo, this is dedicated to all you raggly-a** hoes, and
To all you jealous-a** n***as, especially in New Orleans!