(Intro from Freddy`s Dead)
(Dolemite: Yeah, there`s these two low-life muthafuckas ...)
Verse 1
[Debonaire] Check it out, it`s the Poison Clan
Debonaire, Drugz, and the Money-Man
Low-life niggas, you see the Clan
And say that it figures
You can pull my file and see I
Talk about hoes and shit 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
Motherfuckers tryin` to will be sorry
`Cause Debonaire`s far from a sucker
Another low-life motherfucker
[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` bitches
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 whore
I mean, she`s makin` me rich
And only God knows I love a bitch
Who keeps me strong in the game
Pimp your little sister, won`t feel shame
I go bitch-berserk, `cause if your mother`s
On my dick, I`ll put the bitch 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?
Motherfuckers 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 motherfucker
Debonaire`s never gettin` played like a sucker
Niggas know that I go get thugs,
And come back shootin` buck-shots and slugs
[JT Money] Yeah, motherfuckers fear me
But most be even scared to come near me
They know I`m stampedin`, leavin`
a bitch unconscious and bleedin`
Puttin` bitches on the `ave
And when a nigga see a bitch, you say he gotta have
But he will pay to fuck MY bitch
That`s when I get my percentage, which
Keeps a nigga like me eatin` shrimp
And makin` JT a motherfuckin` 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 bitch ain`t shit to me once I slay `er
Once I get that ass,
Best believe that bitch is gettin` left in the low class
I know how to act
The bitch won`t ever talk to me behind my back
`Cause if so, she`ll end up wit`
Pictures on the milk-box for talkin` shit!
[JT Money] A low life nigga
After I fuck a bitch, I egg her
But then a brother gets mad
But then I leave it up to the Devil`s Dad
`Cause when niggas start to roll
Money gots to chill `cause I`m on parole
Professional hit-man
Throwin` a blow no nigga can withstand
It gots me bent
Owin` me and not payin` every cent?
JT Money`s something far from a sucker
Another low-life motherfucker
