Pussy Ass Kid and Hoe Ass Play (Payback Is a Mutha Fucker)

Lyrics

[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'mma do Is I'mma 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 ripped out Then I'mma 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, ho 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] 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 Got the nerve to try and diss somebody At Jack the Rapper, you was hangin' 'round Luke's party Now you're outta gas With two motherfuckin' punk-haters on yo' ass JT and Bustdown Now let's see you ho niggas get tough now Get the rubbers out your ass, dick-suckers And fuck them pussy motherfuckers [Chorus] What about Kid N' Play? (Wick-wick-wack!) [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'mma max, wax, tax and drag that ass I get sharp like a ice pick I'm on a hype tip, hold the 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 saw 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 works 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'm a field niggas We field 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, fuck niggas