Low Life Mutha F--Kas

(Yeah, here come these two low-lifed motherfuckers)
Low-lifed motherfuckers

Check it out, it's the Poison Clan
Debonaire, Drugz, and the Money man
Low-life niggas
You see it's 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 goddamn
Bein' that ghetto hood that I am
Gamblin' for bread

My Smith & Wesson 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

Mack daddy, another name for pimp
Worried 'bout nothin', just struttin' with a gangsta limp
Since a youth, had dreams of riches
Makin' money by pimpin' bitches

Parents hate me around their daughters
Knowin' their kids sell for quarters
And not a penny 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 keep 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

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Two low-lifed motherfuckers

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

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, he'll 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

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Two low-lifed motherfuckers

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 her
Once I get that ass
Best believe that bitch is gettin' left in the low class
And know how to act
The bitch won't ever talk behind my back
'Cause if so, she'll end up with
Pictures on the milk box for talkin' shit

A low-life nigga
After I fuck a bitch, I ig' 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 hitman
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

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Two low-lifed motherfuckers
Low-lifed motherfuckers
Low-lifed motherfuckers

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Two low-lifed motherfuckers

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Two low-low
Low-lifed-lifed-lifed
Moth, moth, motherfuckers
Moth, motherfuckers
Moth-moth, motherfuckers
Moth-, moth
Motherfuckers