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pussy ass kid & hoe ass play - jt money lyrics

– credited to luke, as it appeared on his alb-m of the aforementioned t-tle

intro: luke

yo, it’s a f-cked-up thing! i gotta bring kid n’ play on this motherf-ckin’
alb-m here, two p-ssy punk–ss n-gg-s – yo, check this out, what i’ma do
is i’ma go get last year’s rookie of the year, jt money of poison clan,
this year’s rookie of the year, bustdown – yo, bustdown, kick some of
that west bank sh-t on these f-ck n-gg-s!!

verse 1: bustdown

well, i’m first up as a rhyme conveyor
luke records in the house for the payback, player
kid n’ play can suck a d-ck! get me a mic and a 40
and let a real n-gg- wreck sh-t
to me you’re walking on a tightrope. instead of tryin’
to be real, you’re steady sweatin’ them white folks
keep runnin’ your big mouth, but if you come to my hood,
you’ll get your -sshole whipped out!
then i’ma play you to the back seat
’cause i’m runnin’ more game than a track meet athlete
as if you didn’t know, huh, you’re dealing
with a west bank d-cksman, hoe
but anyway, i got a rhyme to deliver
get your draws out your -ss, quit frontin’, my n-gg-
’cause if you don’t, well you’ll keep gettin dissed on
and if i see you at a show and you’re slippin’, you’re gettin’ p-ssed on!

chorus (4x):
[what about kid n’ play? ]
[wick-wick-wack!]

verse 2: jt money

now for starters, with kids i don’t play
’cause y’all some f-ck–ss, punk–ss, coochie n-gg-s anyway
jt i the house, n-gg-s, check it
tryin’ to diss my n-gg- luke to sell your wack record?
let me talk about the kid.i remember
some ol’ coochie-n-gg- sh-t you did
when we was up in new york
you was followin’ luke, talkin’ ’bout, “we gotta talk!”
on that man’s d-ck, got your -ss wide
open and you’re talkin’ that bullsh-t
both movies, i boo ’em, ’cause you had hoes,
but you wasn’t stickin’ pipe to ’em
thought they was fantastic. but through the
whole f-ckin’ movie, kid was gettin’ his -ss kicked
and ’bout that other n-gg- play – he needs to
get dissed ’cause he’s a punk n-gg- anyway
be ’round here kissin’ hoes, while i’m dissin’ hoes
and stabbin ’em with fishin’ poles
you need to try to lay pipe in ’em
oh, i forgot – punks don’t like women
now you’re tryin’ to diss somebody
at jack the rapper, you was hangin’ ’round luke’s parties
now you’re outta gas, with two motherf-ckin’
punk-haters on yo’ -ss, jt and bustdown
now let’s see you hoe n-gg-s get tough now
get the rubbers out your -ss, d-ck-suckers!
…and f-ck them p-ssy motherf-ckers.

chorus

verse 3: bustdown

now let me put my boy kid in his place
with them wick-wack rhymes soundin’ like rob base!
’cause if i have to come tag that -ss,
i’ma max, wax, tax and drag that -ss!
i get sharp like a ice pick
i’m on a hype tip, holdin’ mic tight as a vice grip
you couldn’t deal with the concept
i’m collected and calm, but on the mike i’m a bomb threat
so motherf-ckers get real
i got a heart like gold and a d-ck like steel
you wanna diss, punk? please!
you got a flat top thicker than commodity cheese!
luke left it up to me and jt
to take it from the bottom to the t-o-p
i seen your second house party; it figures:
two house parties for two house–ss n-gg-s!

outro: luke

two house motherf-ckin’ n-gg-s. do y’all n-gg-s know what a house
n-gg- is? a house n-gg- is a n-gg- who work in the house. who cleans
the master’s -ss, who cleans behind the master, who wash the master’s
-ss. y’all house n-gg-s. i’ma feel n-gg-s, we feel n-gg-s here in miami.
that’s why y’all n-gg-s can’t understand us, y’all f-ck-n-gg-s talkin’ too
much sh-t, y’all n-gg-s better watch what you sayin’ ’cause y’all f-ck-
n-gg-s, y’all don’t know, y’all get f-cked up here. yo, check this out –
miami is closed to y’all n-gg-s. y’all barred. y’all can’t come here no
more, f-ck-n-gg-s. y’all can’t sell no more records here. and if all real
n-gg-s in the world is real like us, y’all don’t buy them f-ck-n-gg-s’ sh-t
no more.’cause they ain’t sh-t. p-ssy punk–ss n-gg-s.

- jt money lyrics

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