DEBONAIRE: Yo wussup my nigga where the fuck you been?
JT MONEY: Shit, I jus` came from round a bitch house
tryin to get a lil pussy, y`know I`m sayin?
DEB: Oh, my nigga, I ????? to do the shit by myself!
JT: Shit, do what, what you bout to do, man?
DEB: Tell these people bout this muthafuckin juvenile situation.
JT: So what`s stoppin you? Shit, I`m here!
DEB: Oh, oh you wit this my nigga?
JT: You damn right I`m wit it, nigga!
DEB: Aaight, so you know, we`ll just fuck it up y`know I`m sayin?
JT: Well go ahead, fuck it up.
DEB: Aaight, boom, check this out:
[Debonaire]
I know by now you musta heard how wild we get
But now it`s time to hear the juvenile shit
And talkin bout juveniles the Clan we must
`Cause everybody goes through what happened to us
See, everybody`s gonna be or was a juvenile
Adults even know that these times are wild
Me and JT had to learn the hard way
`Cause hey, we couldn`t trust what parents say
Like rubbers, I used to be too cool for `em
Bitches askin bout `em, I used to ignore `em
Mother used to tell me but I had to learn
Some hoes`ll give you a third degree burn
But no one`s had the battle, and now I`m a stranger
To hoes that need a sign that says Keep Out, Danger
Yeah, I tell you, my nigga,
them hoes`ll burn a muthafucka y`know I`m sayin?
Fuckin round with them dog-ass hoes not usin no rubbers
and all that crazy shit, y`know I`m sayin?
JT: True. But yo, Deb, check it out,
[JT Money]
Have you ever, had a girl you wanted to do it with,
But ain`t know that somethin would ruin it?
Bust this, I had a girl willin
I was too, but Jimmy was chillin
Man, I mean this girl was sweaty and wet
But lil` JT just wouldn`t erect
Oh shit! Why me? How could this be?
JT bein dissed by Jimbrowski?
Like I needed a sex instructor
When normally, there, I`da been fucked her
Sayin to myself, Man, I don`t know
If wasn`t shit wrong with me, somethin was wrong with that hoe
Yo, I might`ve avoided maybe catchin AIDS
A day later, Trigga slayed her, now he`s pissin razor blades
DEB: Damn my nigga,
Trigga done fucked up for real this time, I tell you boy!
JT: You know it, shit, I`m glad I ain`t fucked that hoe,
that`d be a raggedy-ass fuckin week!
DEB: ...`round here gettin burned
them dusty ass hoes raggedy bitches ...
anyway I tell you, my nigga, check this out -
my nigga, my parents, my nigga,
they be jockin me like a muthafucka y`know I`m sayin?
JT: For what?
DEB: `Bout school and all that crazy shit!
JT: Oh, oh, shit, you ain`t sayin nothin,
my ol` gran`m talkin bout the same shit!
DEB: Well anyway check this out:
[Debonaire]
I`m a juvenile, tired of adults
Talkin bout consequences and results
`Cause through it all I make the same choice which is
Sayin FUCK SCHOOL to take home the bitches
I took a hoe to the crib, and yo, bust it
I used my last rubber, knowin I could trust it
But goin up in this bitch, I could barely breathe
Now that`s some abuse to receive
I was nearly unconscious on the verge of death
When I could no longer hold my breath
I just about fell out from inhaling the fumes
I woke up in the mornin, aired out the rooms
And now because of this bitch, I`ma kill
The next hoe to disregard the Messengil
Oh lawd my nigga I tell you, that pussy was stinky as a muthafucka!
Fuck that bitch if she ever come around me again!
JT: Damn that ?????? ....
what the fuck you fuckin with them stank hoes for?
[JT Money]
Check this out, I was loungin, coolin by the Brougham
A bitch comes up talkin bout, take her home
Yo, at first, I wasn`t wit it
I saw the ass on that bitch, and I did it
Now stuff like this happens all the time
Nuttin but sex goin through my mind
From the suspense I don`t know how I survived
My dick was so hard we went in overdrive
Pulled up to a crib, saw a Caddy Brougham
I got no sex `cause her daddy was home
DEB: Damn, man that`s fucked up man,
for real, I`ll tell you though, ??????
JT: `ey that bitch faked me up man
I don`t fuck wit the hoe no more, ????
DEB: True. Aiyyo check this out man,
my nigga, man, I be gettin my report cards y`know I`m sayin?
Daddy`ll think a tough guy weak or somethin
my nigga, be tryin to front on me y`know I`m sayin?
JT: I bet he be kickin yo ass.
DEB: You got me fucked up, I ain`t havin that shit!
JT: I bet he bust yo ass, I bet he bust yo ass.
DEB: Yo, yo check this out my nigga ...
JT: Wussup?
[Debonaire]
Yo, every report card I get all F`s
Goin tow to tow with dad, yo, without no rest
Every time I get a card he always seems to know
`Cause he greets me at the door with a knockout blow
So, I said MMMMM, and got hip to it
The next report card came, Daddy-o knew it
And waitin by the door to put a blitz in effect
But Daddy-o forgot to make a situation check
I creeped up behind him with a four-by-four
Tapped him on the shoulder, and wired his jaw
He musta learned a lesson of being convinced
`Cause he ain`t ask about my report cards since
Yeah, that nigga know what time it is now!
Hadda fuck that old nigga up, I mean,
playa ain`t gonna swing on his own son y`know I`m sayin?
I hadda get some straighenin!
JT: Goddamn boy, I thought I was wild!
Yo, check this shit out right here:
[JT Money]
I`m a menace to society, juvenile delinquint
Can`t stand school `cause I`m in trouble frequent
Livin in the office like it`s my class
See, if school`s about trouble, maybe then I`ll pass
Suckas be frontin tryin to pull my card
I just drop `em and dip, but not from them, they`re security guards
Comin like ???, hot on my trail
Realized, got wise and broke like hell
They finally caught up, took me down to the office
[Mr. Mixx as the Principal]
Say boayyy, you know you can`t get off this
JT, you`re a fuckin disgrace!
Get yo muthafuckin ass outta my goddamn place!
DEB: Aww man, they tried you, man, you got suspended, man!
JT: I don`t give a fuck about no suspension, no muthafuckin,
fuck school, man, I don`t need that shit, I`m the Mack Daddy,
y`know I`m sayin, I`m gettin paid, I`m bankin!
DEB: True, my nigga, we, you know, you livin like a villain,
y`know I`m sayin, Debonaire`s bad, the Devil`s Dad, y`know I`m sayin!
JT: Hold up Deb, hold up Deb, you got people listenin to you and shit!
Hey y`all, y`all don`t do as we do, we two low life muthafuckas,
we livin like villains, y`know I`m sayin?
DEB: That`s what I`m sayin, you know, my nigga, shit,
my man Drugz, my nigga ain`t go to school since like third grade,
we just don`t give a fuck, y`know I`m sayin?
JT: Hey, but shit, see it ain`t like that, see I tried to do shit right,
even though I wouldn`t, but the shit ain`t happened!
DEB: Now that`s a muthafuckin lie, y`know I`m sayin?
JT: Hey, I`m tryin to go to school, y`know,
but I`m down with ????? fuckin me up!
DEB: We, yo, put it this way,
we two goddamn bad influence muthafuckas,
JT: I`m not ...
DEB: don`t do shit like us, don`t try this shit at home.
JT: Hey, I`ll go - hey, fuck it, I`ll go to school.
DEB: Hey, anyway, my nigga, yo,
we outta here, y`know I`m sayin, we outie!
JT: Peace.
