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Poison Clan - 2 Low Life Muthas - The Bitch That I Hate
2 Low Life Muthas
01. Low Life Mutha Fuckas
02. Spoiled Rotten
03. Jeri Curl
04. The Bitch That I Hate
05. Dance All Nite
06. Poison Freestyle
07. Flaugin'
08. Bad Influence
09. You Gets Nothin'
10. The Neighborhood Haps
11. Juveniles
Hey baby, I'm outta here, I'm goin' to work
Bitch, you know you ain't goin' no motherfuckin' work
You probably goin' around one of them
Long cock Sally hoes motherfuckin' house
Oh, you callin' me a liar? Bitch, I'll fuck you up in here
Who you gon' fuck up? You gon' get fucked up
I'm tired every time I motherfuckin' turn around
A bitch comin' to me talkin' 'bout you fuckin' with that
Hey, hold up, hold up, check this out

When you first moved in, you ain't talk so slick
All you had to do was clean and take dick
Knowin' that Dad would bring home the bacon
Everything was cool, but now you breakin'
Sayin' how I don't take you out
Like when we first met, but think about it
This motherfucker that bought you cribs
Comin' home to fast food instead of home-cooked ribs
I ain't complain, but you doin'
Talk about shit like your period's on

Sayin' how I spend too much time
Away from you with those friends of mine

A nigga will be a nigga
And a ho will think that he's tryin' to egg her
So bitch, you better get it straight
Before you become the bitch that I hate

JT, I ain't with that shit
How you gon' be a dog and don't even know it 'round here
Bullshittin' me like that, you got me fucked up
I deserve better bullshit than that
I ain't with all that fuck shit talkin' 'bout
I don't do this and I don't do that
Man, you better come clean with that fuck shit
You know better than that
Hold up, hold up, let me straighten all this shit right here

Constantly naggin' 'bout the things I don't do
But while I'm out workin', where the fuck are you?

You're layin' 'round my house, you ain't doin' shit
Matter of fact, you startin' to make me sick
Always bitchin', cryin', yellin', and tryin'
To tell me how I'm doin' you wrong, but you're lyin'

So be quiet, stop singin' the blues
'Cause I know plenty hoes who wanna be in your shoes
So if I was you, baby, I'd just chill
'Cause if I don't work, who'll pay the bills?
You sure don't work, so save that crap
All you do is make love and can't do that
You better sit your butt down and rest your nerves
Before you find your shit somewhere out on the curb

Think about it and get your shit straight
Before you become the bitch that I hate

Damn, your motherfuckin' ass think you slick
But I know you and that old raggle-ass friend of yours
JT be out there fuckin' them old mangy one-
Dollar, two-dollar-ass motherfuckin' hoes
But I know one thing, you better not bring nothin' home to me
That penicillin can't motherfuckin' cure, bitch
Shit, I know you better stop that bitchin'
And get your ass in the kitchen
Motherfucker, you try gettin' your motherfuckin' ass in the
Hold up, hold up

Constantly sayin' I think you a jerk

That I'm lyin' 'bout the hours I work
Sayin' there must be another Roni
Well, I'ma stay instead of bein' phony
Every motherfucker fools around
Definitely, and it may sound
Crazy, but most bitches say
If they gettin' paid, well, the shit's okay

You gettin' cash and taken care of
It's a fact that you should be aware of
And stop worryin' about the next ho
'Cause you on top and she's way below
So you better had get it straight
Before you become the bitch that I hate

You still suit-wearin' motherfuckers
You don't even ask me to come to your motherfuckin' shows
You must be out there fuckin' them groupie-ass hoes
When you ass come home, your shit don't even get on
Man, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Motherfucker, don't even try to cut me off
You know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
Goddamn, baby, just listen to this shit here, man
You listen to that shit I just said

Now we've been through all this shit before
Once I say it this time, I won't say it no more
It's a part of my job to take long trips
But when I get back, you gettin' flip of the lip
You're never home and hard to find
And still talkin' 'bout I don't spend time with you
Now tell me, who's duckin' who?
You ask me, another nigga's fuckin' you
So save that crap, don't try to front
Gave you everything that you could possibly want

Without me, where would you be?
Takin' care of you sure ain't my responsibility
So hush your mouth and kill that shit
Or find somebody else to stay with
Now think about that and get your shit straight
Before you become the bitch that I hate

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