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(Rasta verse by Likkle Wicked;

Most of his verse is indistinct)

Now rudeboy JT, from Poison Clan

Tell them people who I am

I remember, me and this cat did a caper

Two young **** bout getting paper

We touch a **** who had a big grip

Walking around with five or six money clips

We laid him down and got away

Went back around the way, to count our pay

We have about five grand exactly

The **** had my gun, and then he pointed it at me

I gave the **** the loot, but then he stepped away

But then I bumped into his ass, the next day

Put that thang up to his head and said, “yeah ****!

Yesterday you bad with your hands on the trigger.”

He said the dope made him act all fashion

I say fuck that shit!

(I want action) MURDER HIM!! MURDER HIM!!

Ayo let me tell you about the **** I flipped on

Who tried to cross me, to get his grip on

One day, we went touching

Sent the **** with the money and then came back with nothing

Blowing books left and right

Come back empty handed breathing hard like it’s all right

Pussy **** was bluffing on me

But I hope this **** ain’t cuffing on me

I seen that the **** had another one

But the same shit happened, just like the other one

But this time when the **** came back

I noticed that his pockets looked kinda fat

I didn’t say nothing about it, I just looked

“Ayo my ****, what happened to that book?”

(Naw, man I was chased by a hero!)

“Oh, boy my understanding is zero!”

Got that thang from under the seat

Punched it in his mouth, tryna break his front teeth

Just getting money ain’t the satisfaction

You know what else I want

This **** was willing to get his life tookin’

Over a bitch, because she pussy whipped him

I guess the **** was love sick

But that don’t justify doing dumb shit

How the fuck you gon bitch bout a ho?

Drawers up her ass everywhere the fuck she goes

The ho ain’t bout nothing!

Only thing the bitch good for, is fucking

Or maybe sucking me up

I told it to the ****, now he talking about fucking me up

I slapped the taste from his mouth

Ol cunt ass **** try to sell a true **** out

Now that shit’s unheard of

Now you know that my very first instinct was murder

Cause I’m always strapped

Slapped him with the pistol, shot him in the knee cap

Then he fell to the floor

Ol pussy ass ****, am I the ho?

I hate punks with a passion

And I don’t want no apology, ****!