Action (Mike Fresh Nasty Mix) — текст песни (Poison Clan)

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Intro:
[Rasta verse by Likkle Wicked;
most of his verse is indistinct]
Now rudeboy JT, from Poison Clan,
come in wit dem lyrics and kill the gangstas!!
JT: Ahem! Hello everybody, this JT Money, the Bitchizer...

Verse 1: JT Money
Yo, I can get fly like a plane and then wreck shit
Stomp on Compton and flex through the exit
Uhh, rainin` on punks like a cloud
Punks get devoured `cause no punks are allowed!
So step up if you think your shit`s strong
But be prepared to get your whole crew flipped on
`Cause I flip niggas like coins
And once I get gone I`m in they ass like hem`rhoids!
Niggas get done, but then so many try
To be like JT motherfuckin` M-O-N-E-Y
I get busy like 5pm traffic
Punks get they ass kicked when shit gets drastic
Uhh, niggas don`t want none of me, see
When I get hot, I burn they ass like VD
I stay hard like Capn` Crunch, suckas get capped
And crunched, or dissed if you`re rappin`, punk
Most of y`all can`t understand me
You`ll probably say That nigga that can`t be from Miami!
I hate punks with a passion
Hey yo, hoe, tell them niggas what I want!

Chorus (4x)
[I want action] MURDER!! MURDER!!

Verse 2: Uzi
Lights, camera, action, it`s on
Uzi is the brother on the mike, word is bond
I`m talkin` to all the fallin` niggas, the kinda creep niggas
Step up and get beat, niggas!
`Cause if you try the PC, it gets fucked up
We always strapped with the gat, so just shut up
And if I pull, you better pray `cause you is dead, black
Test me out and you`ll see just where my heart`s at
That`s how it is, fuck you, and motherfuck your crew
I roll with JT and Big Ram too!
We livin` phat, matter fact, we gets ill, see
And when we roll, we just rippin` up your posse
So if you talk shit, talk it under your breath
`Cause if I hear ya, your ass`ll be marked for death!
Best believe niggas` heads I be bashin`
And yo, you know what`s next!

Chorus

Verse 3: JT Money
Check 1-2 for a nigga who step to this
Step up and just wait for my lefts to miss, uhh
Before you get a chance to run ya mouth,
I shoot them thangs to ya ass so you`re down for the count!
I beat ya bad asses wit a bad-ass gang o` niggas
I`m from the Clan, so of course I be hangin` niggas
No matter how tough you feel or you might look
Drop yo ass with a right hook
I stick out like a saucer, niggas say I`m awesome
Wreck your little 1`s 2`s 3`s and 4somes
The B-I-T-C-H-I-Z-E-R,
When I step up you see how I
Keepin` niggas in check, approachin` with the tech
The old-fashioned way I earn my respect
Been down for a minute, did a quick bit
Came back knockin` about the box like (?) did!
So chumps run up and get ran over
I`ma take the USA and Japan over
I`m the one-man wreckin` ball that`s werckin` y`all
Here`s some advice: I`m wreckin` all!
You motherfuckers stop talkin` trash and
Shep the fuck out my way `cause ...

Chorus

Outro: Likkle Wicked



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