Pussy Ass Kid And Hoe Ass Play (Payback Is A Mutha Fucker) lyrics

Artist  : JT Money 
Song : Pussy Ass Kid And Hoe Ass Play (Payback Is A Mutha Fucker)
 


featuring Bustdown*

* credited to Luke as
it appeared on his album of the aforementioned
title

Intro: Luke

Yo it's a fucked
up thing! I gotta bring Kid N' Play on this
motherfuckin'
album here two pussy punk ass
niggas 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 shit on these fuck
niggas!!

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 dick! Get me a mic and a
40
And let a real nigga wreck shit
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 asshole
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 dicksman, hoe
But
anyway, I got a rhyme to deliver
Get your
draws out your ass, quit frontin', my
nigga
'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' pissed
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 fuck-ass, punk-ass,
coochie niggas anyway
JT i the house, niggas,
check it
Tryin' to diss my nigga Luke to sell
your wack record?
Let me talk about the Kid. I
remember
Some ol' coochie-nigga shit you
did
When we was up in New York
You was
followin' Luke, talkin' 'bout, "We gotta
talk!"
On that man's dick, got your ass
wide
Open and you're talkin' that
bullshit
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 fuckin' movie, Kid was gettin' his
ass kicked
And 'bout that other nigga Play -
He needs to
Get dissed 'cause he's a punk
nigga 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
motherfuckin'
Punk-haters on yo' ass, JT and
Bustdown
Now let's see you hoe niggas get
tough now
Get the rubbers out your ass,
dick-suckers!
...and fuck them pussy
motherfuckers.

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
ass,
I'ma max, wax, tax and drag that
ass!
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
motherfuckers get real
I got a heart like gold
and a dick 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-ass
niggas!

Outro: Luke

Two house
motherfuckin' niggas. Do y'all niggas know what a
house
nigga is? A house nigga is a nigga who
work in the house. Who cleans
the master's
ass, who cleans behind the master, who wash the
master's
ass. Y'all house niggas. I'ma feel
niggas, we feel niggas here in Miami.
That's
why y'all niggas can't understand us, y'all
fuck-niggas talkin' too
much shit, y'all
niggas better watch what you sayin' 'cause y'all
fuck-
niggas, y'all don't know, y'all get
fucked up here. Yo, check this out -
Miami is
closed to y'all niggas. Y'all barred. Y'all can't
come here no
more, fuck-niggas. Y'all can't
sell no more records here. And if all
real
niggas in the world is real like us,
y'all don't buy them fuck-niggas' shit
no
more. 'Cause they ain't shit. Pussy punk-ass
niggas.