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