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poison clan - afraid of the flavor lyrics

(intro: debonaire, j whop, big ram, uzi)

deb: yeah wassup! wassup with all you bitch ass niggas??
b+street bullies in the house. no question we run da yard. home team’s in the house. word up! all you bitch niggas will get done
we ain’t having the bullshit! wassup, my nigga sun dog, ruff mob, yo, jt money. yo wassup j whop?! (yo, dust that nigga!)
yo we in the house! +indistinct+ punk ass niggas, like i said we run da yard! y’all bitch ass niggas. yo wassup, j whop?

j whop: yo wassup, man? yo man, we hunting niggas in ‘93. ayo, niggas real out here, man you know what i’m saying? niggas got crazy hand skills, gun skills whatever! yo wassup, raymond? know what i’m saying?

big ram: ayo, big ram say fuck props in the nine tre. and all you soft ass niggas what up?! +indistinct+
(false media, afraid of the flavor!!)
and we ain’t with that fuck shit! strap in town and outta town!

uzi: blak, blak blak!! fuck these creep ass niggas out here talking that fuck shit! man, it’s uzi, man. poison clan mob in the house. running shit, home team. wassup trigger man? man we fuckin all these creep ass niggas up!! drugz let these fuck niggas know!

word up!! to all you

(verse 1: jt money)
suckas! heard enough of yo skills
time to crack heads like the cowboys did the buffalo bills
as i get ill, wreck shop daily
radio and magazines both tried to play me
fade me? nope! fear me? yep!
scared to play my shit because i got a dirty rep
and one magazine gave my old album poor ratings
cause i was getting mad ill and ho hating
but they don’t know where i’m from, that’s how it goes
see, i get pesos while hating h+os
plus i be kicking the ruff shit
but the suckas won’t admit +indistinct+
throwing shit, showing shit, making niggas go and get
backup, but they rather pack up than act up
vacate the premises, suckas can’t get with this
niggas who try will get played like genesis
see i don’t fuck ‘round, niggas get buck down
fuckin wit a true ass nigga from rufftown
miami, keeps my hand on my jammy
never won a grammy, motherfuck yo mammy!
see i be doing all type of shit
and i’m the wrong motherfucka to get hyper wit, kid
rufftown behavior! (yeah!)
but motherfuckas be afraid of the flavor, break me off mike!!

(hook)

(how you like me now) bitch!

(who?)

(false media, afraid of the flavor!!)

(how you like me now) bitch!

(who?)

(false media, afraid of the flavor!!)

(how you like me now) bitch!

(who?)

(false media, afraid of the flavor!!)

(how you like me now?!!)

(and it go a little something like this…. hit it!!)

(verse 2: jt money)
verse two, first you must listen
no dissin’, for i put the clip in my gat and start trippin’
outta luke records, you figure that this a base group (what?!)
nah, we finna throw that shit back in yo face troop! (yeahh!!)
niggas can’t deny me, bitches wanna try me
i show skills like id, niggas know that i be
taking niggas out like trash, i bash
their heads in, guess what? they ran into a dead end!
they said when a nigga like me start to go off
niggas wanna show off and get their fuckin heads
tore off, straight out the ghetto, get mucho dinero
kicked out of school, now i rule like the pharaoh
hello! it’s me, suckas that piss me off, get mopped up
and chopped up like mincemeat
unplug and discrete, take notes and discreet
don’t try and diss me and yo ass is history!
fuck it, i be wildin’ (ya know!)
play a nigga like a violin, leave the scene stylin’
rufftown behavior!
but motherfuckas be afraid of the flavor, break me off, mike!

(outro: jt money)
(how you like me now?) uhh, break em motherfuckin off, mike!

(how you like me now?) yeah! break em motherfuckin off, mike!

wassup with all them pussy ass niggas, mike?!
these flaug ass niggas be try to talk about we don’t be rippin’ on the south side!
poison clan, rufftown catchin’ wreck in nine tre!
niggas and radio and magazines tryna diss and shit diss our homies home team
nigga we be representin’ in ‘93! so fuck them pussy ass niggas, fuck everybody who ain’t down wit the squad! fuck the world! and niggas is out!! +echo+

+tv static+

you want sum mo?! huh?! huh?!! what?!!

- poison clan lyrics

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