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