Poison Clan - Low Life Muthaf**as lyrics

[Intro from "Freddy's Dead"] (Dolemite: "Yeah, there's these two low-life muthaf**as ...") [Verse 1] [Debonaire] Check it out, it's the Poison Clan Debonaire, Drugz, and the Money-Man Low-life n***as, you see the Clan And say that it figures You can pull my file and see I Talk about hoes and sh** 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 Motherf**ers tryin' to will be sorry 'Cause Debonaire's far from a s**er Another low-life motherf**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' b**hes 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 who*e I mean, she's makin' me rich And only God knows I love a b**h Who keeps me strong in the game Pimp your little sister, won't feel shame I go b**h-berserk, 'cause if your mother's On my dick, I'll put the b**h 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**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 motherf**er Debonaire's never gettin' played like a s**er n***as know that I go get thugs, And come back shootin' buck-shots and slugs [JT Money] Yeah, motherf**ers fear me But most be even scared to come near me They know I'm stampedin', leavin' A b**h unconscious and bleedin' Puttin' b**hes on the 'ave And when a n***a see a b**h, you say he gotta have But he will pay to f** MY b**h That's when I get my percentage, which Keeps a n***a like me eatin' shrimp And makin' JT a motherf**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 b**h ain't sh** to me once I slay 'er Once I get that a**, Best believe that b**h is gettin' left in the low cla** I know how to act The b**h 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**! [JT Money] A low life n***a After I f** a b**h, I egg her But then a brother gets mad But then I leave it up to the Devil's Dad 'Cause when n***as start to roll Money gots to chill 'cause I'm on parole Professional hit-man Throwin' a blow no n***a can withstand It gots me bent Owin' me and not payin' every cent? JT Money's something far from a s**er Another low-life motherf**er