Poison Clan - Somethin' 4 You Raggedy Ho's lyrics

(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!