Afraid of the Flavor

Album cover art for "Afraid of the Flavor" by Poison Clan & Rufftown Mob & Home Team (MIA)

Poison Clan & Rufftown Mob & Home Team (MIA) - Rap

Afraid of the Flavor

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Duration: 4:16

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(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?!!

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  • JT Money