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* corrections DIRECT to the typistVerse 1: JT MoneyUh, a-1-2-1-2, check it out, on the mic, we got tonight,check it out, Madd Ball in the house, a-come on, Bustdown`s in the house tonight, a-come on, yours trulyJT in the house, come on, we got the whole PC in the house, come on, and we sendin` this one out to all, you,stinkin`, ass, motherfuckin`Bitches, listen to this here, no time to be sincere`Cause this just a diss hereMy attitude toward bitches is rudeDon`t wanna see `em unless they`re in the nudeSo then it`s off with the clothesNow I`m a low-life, with no wife, you know how that shit goesSee, I expect a lil` somethin`I hope you don`t, `cause hoe, You Gets Nothin`!All I got is straight pipe, and back-boneAnd when I`m finished, put your clothes on and go homeHurry up and don`t act like a deaf, toots`Cause I`m quick to catch fists and throw left hooksTo the foreheads of all bitchesI just wanna hang around and pipe `em, then I splak `em downIt`s just the game I playI long-dick them hoes, and send `em on they way`Cause I`m a cold-hearted nigga with no feelingsFor a bitch or a mutt, but I`m out for that buttBut I believe in safe sexSo pass the latex or gimme straight neckSee, I ain`t tryin` to get burnt or stabbedBy a bitch with an itch, or a pussy like a campfireSee, I`m the motherfuckin` Woman-izer -Oops, I mean Bitch-izer, plus I`m rich and wiserBut bitches don`t look in my pocketCould you let the cat out the bag and let me knock it?Shit, just how the game`s playedI lie to get down, bang the boots and get paid`Cause see, that money gotta be right firstSo bitch, get the rubbers, and I`ll get your purseRespect the game, that`s how it goesLil` somethin` for ya raggly-ass hoes!Yo Bustdown, whatcha gon` do with this, my nigga??Verse 2: BustdownYou go jack be nimble, jack be quickIf you don`t suck dick, trick-bitch, you ain`t shitSee, I`ma hit you with the phrase that pays5` 10", brown skin, with dick for daysTo all you hoes, take a chill pill`Cause I`m on the mic, gettin` hype with the real dealI take a rhyme to the limitI drink a 40, take the mic and diss a bitch in a minuteTo all you ladies, I don`t mean to insult yaYou feel dissed and you`re pissed, and for that I can`t fault yaBut see, I fell in love a couple of timesAnd all I got was cramps and a mind full of bitch-rhymesThey want a nigga livin` largeThey wanna give you the pussy, a quick nut and a rape chargeI know they`re nothin` but jail baitBut when I jump on stage, ?geronimo?, them hoes tailgateBut them hoes only get clownedStraight-up dicked down, and then I skip townThat`s why I need a for-real hoe `Cause I`ll kick a weak freak to the curb with a steel-toeAnd they`ll break you if you let `em, So I tell the truth about them hoes and I let Keith sweat `emSo tell me, why should I slang like powderWhen I cam run game on a bitch and talk her out her last dollarSee, I`m smooth like tileI get buck wild, I even fuck wildI play a nigga like the next manFuck his main bitch, and at the weddin`, be the best man!JT: Yeah, it`s like that and ya don`t quit!But check it out, I`m `finna bust this ill shit!Verse 3: JT Money; Rasta verse: Madd Ball [JT Money] JT, a nigga with dick to go `round Slangin` pipe, dickin` all the hoes down Collect bitches by the dozen Fucked my own cousin, make a bitch leave her husband I put a bitch in the choke-hole I hate a broke hoe, so hit the door, hoe! I need a bitch with a nigga that`s payin` So she could buy ME a place to stay in I can`t be workin` for a livin` Bitch, I`m out to get, not to be givin` `Cause I`m a goddamn player I leave a bitch sprung out on me, after I lay ya And I`ma get the hoe` riches Madd Ball, kick somethin` for these raggedy-ass bitches![Madd Ball] I used to fuck Sheena, but now I`m fuckin` Jill Go a Red Lobster, made the bitch pay de bill Some a dem a (??) but everybody fi` just chill `Ja blood claat girl, watch de deal! Sho` nuff she givin` the head up at her will So never get pregnant just because (?) de pill Pass me a rubber let me show ya some skills (????????) the top like a windmill So everybody, everybody fi` just chill It`s not my fault, bitch, ya know ya got bills (?????) pussy, girl, ya musta been ill Dis is the Posion Clan, girl, ya betta chill Muve ya blood claat, ya know how it go This one dedicate` to them raggedy-ass hoes!Outro: JT Money and Bustdown[JT] True, somethin` for you raggedy bitches from my nigga, Madd Ball, from me, JT Money the Bitch-izer, from my nigga Bustdown, you know what I`m sayin`?[BD] So yo, this is dedicated to all you raggly-ass hoes, and to all you jealous-ass niggas, especially in New Orleans!

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