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Poison Clan

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    Intro:
    Boy it's some shady times out there goin' on right now.
    Man shit be out there you got them real niggas and them
    fake niggas then you got them coochie ass niggas who say
    they down when they ain't down. My nigga you better get
    yourself together boy 'cause this shit real!

    Verse 1: JT Money
    Where I'm from the M I A M I
    Young nigga got on got strong now he's too fly
    'Cause of what he has in his possession
    A few keys of coke and some pounds of that cest
    And a flurry of hoes
    Drop tops, flip-flops, ??????
    Now he don't holler at the fellas
    And the homies from 'round the way is gettin' jealous
    So they sit back and scheme
    Strapped with AK's, Mac10's and car beams
    Now what you think they gon' do?
    Sit in front of his crib, and wait for him to come through
    So they can touch his ass
    But if the nigga try to buck, they gon' bust his ass
    +gunshots+ And fill him up with holes
    But that's just how shit goes, when you're ...

    Chorus:
    {Livin' in the ci-ty}
    {Livin' in the ci-ty}
    {Livin' in the ci-ty}
    {Livin' in the ci-ty}

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    Verse 2: JT Money
    Wake up to the sound of somebody screamin'
    Look out my window, some niggas triple-teamin'
    A nigga who ain't from 'round the way
    And ass-whippin's the price you gotta pay
    For tryin' to play bold
    Walkin' through my neighborhood wearin' your gold
    Talkin' 'bout goin' to a bitch' crib
    Now you're fucked up and stuck with broken ribs
    That's the way it's gotta be
    If I was 'round y'all way, y'all gon' front on me!
    So I look out for self
    If I wanna see a bitch I'll see her somewhere else!
    'Cause hoes be settin' niggas up
    And at the same time, gettin' niggas touched
    But so a bitch can't get me,
    I'm always packin' that thing with me, 'cause I'm ...

    Chorus

    Verse 3: JT Money
    Life in the fast lane should be your last game
    You didn't do it but you still got yo' ass blamed
    For a crime you did not commit
    Have knowledge of nothin' to do with
    But that description fits you, police get you
    Ask you questions; no answer, he hits you
    Holdin' your jaw? That must be a mistake
    Scared to speak and you're weak as your knees shake
    Expressin' anger as you go to jail
    Denied a phone call, no chance for bail!
    Enraged in a cage as you suffer
    Day by day, the wait gets rougher
    You never planned on bein' an inmate
    Hangin' by a string, waitin' for a court date
    You struggle and fight to stay alive
    Man is to survive 'till court day arrives
    Step in the courtroom, beat-up and filthy
    Judge takes one look, and then claims you're guilty!
    Head drops. No way to bail out
    Like the innocent brothers in the jailhouse
    Now you're lookin' at 5 to 10
    Yo, a nigga just can't win, when you're ...

    Chorus

    Outro:
    This ain't no bullshit that I'm feedin' you now, this ain't no
    bait. A nigga ain't tryin' to reel you in, or nothin'. Y'understand
    what I'm sayin', my nigga? 'Cause when you be out here
    bullshittin', y'ass'll be outta gas. So ya better take
    motherfuckin' heed to these words, motherfucker, 'cause
    it ain't no bullshit! Y'understand what I'm sayin', man?
    Get my point!

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    Composición: Jeff J.T. Thompkins

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