Intro: [Rasta verse by Likkle Wicked; Most of his verse is indistinct] Now rudeboy JT, from Poison Clan Come in wit dem lyrics and k** the gangstas!! JT: Ahem! Hello everybody, this JT Money, the b**hizer... Verse 1: JT Money Yo, I can get fly like a plane and then wreck sh** Stomp on Compton and flex through the exit Uhh, rainin' on punks like a cloud Punks get devoured 'cause no punks are allowed! So step up if you think your sh**'s strong But be prepared to get your whole crew flipped on 'Cause I flip n***as like coins And once I get gone I'm in they a** like hem'rhoids! n***as get done, but then so many try To be like JT motherf**in' M-O-N-E-Y I get busy like 5pm traffic Punks get they a** kicked when sh** gets drastic Uhh, n***as don't want none of me, see When I get hot, I burn they a** like VD I stay hard like Capn' Crunch, s**as get capped And crunched, or dissed if you're rappin', punk Most of y'all can't understand me You'll probably say "That n***a that can't be from Miami!" I hate punks with a pa**ion Hey yo, hoe, tell them n***as what I want! Chorus (4x) [I want action] MURDER!! MURDER!! Verse 2: Uzi Lights, camera, action, it's on Uzi is the brother on the mike, word is bond I'm talkin' to all the fallin' n***as, the kinda creep n***as Step up and get beat, n***as! 'Cause if you try the PC, it gets f**ed up We always strapped with the gat, so just shut up And if I pull, you better pray 'cause you is dead, black
Test me out and you'll see just where my heart's at That's how it is, f** you, and motherf** your crew I roll with JT and Big Ram too! We livin' phat, matter fact, we gets ill, see And when we roll, we just rippin' up your posse So if you talk sh**, talk it under your breath 'Cause if I hear ya, your a**'ll be marked for d**h! Best believe n***as' heads I be bashin' And yo, you know what's next! Chorus Verse 3: JT Money Check 1-2 for a n***a who step to this Step up and just wait for my lefts to miss, uhh Before you get a chance to run ya mouth I shoot them thangs to ya a** so you're down for the count! I beat ya bad a**es wit a bad-a** gang o' n***as I'm from the Clan, so of course I be hangin' n***as No matter how tough you feel or you might look Drop yo a** with a right hook I stick out like a saucer, n***as say I'm awesome Wreck your little 1's 2's 3's and 4somes The B-I-T-C-H-I-Z-E-R When I step up you see how I Keepin' n***as in check, approachin' with the tech The old-fashioned way I earn my respect Been down for a minute, did a quick bit Came back knockin' about the box like (?) did! So chumps run up and get ran over I'ma take the USA and Japan over I'm the one-man wreckin' ball that's werckin' y'all Here's some advice: I'm wreckin' all! You motherf**ers stop talkin' trash and Shep the f** out my way 'cause ... Chorus Outro: Likkle Wicked