Yeahhh, back in yo' mother$#&@in' $$# again, it's the Poison Clan!
For the nine-tre (?)! So everybody in the house, lemme hear ya say
"Poison Claaaan!" (Poison Claaaan!)

Lemme hear ya say "Poison Claaaan!" (Poison Claaaan!)
Yo Money, kick the fly %#@!!


[Verse 1: JT Money]

Mic-check 1-2, time to wreck with the ill %#@!, the real %#@!

(*##$es on the dils-nik, plus I got skills, kid
Suckas can't hang with the styles that I let go
They all get Petrol, I play 'em like tech mo

Fade out, pitch black to the right
I run that ditch like Lorenzo White
For a touchdown, ^!$$% from Rufftown

No I don't $#&@ 'round, peace to my ^!$$% named Bustdown
What now? Suckas can't see me! ^!$$%s wanna be me
(*##$es on my dick, 'cause I roll with the PC

We be chillin', livin' like villains
Gotta keep the strap, 'cause them ^!$$%s be illin'
I got flavor, plus I'm gettin' paper

Hoe, if you wanna holler, hit me on my SkyPager
Might see you later, then again I might not
'Cause I run the block with Big Ram and U-wop

Don't stop to the boogie, baby doll
Verse one, a ^!$$% out like that y'all!


Uh! Come on! Do the City Boy!
Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy!
Uh! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy!

Do the City Boy!
Yeah, do the City Boy! Do the City Boy!
Do the City Boy!

Uh! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy!
Do the City Boy!


[Verse 2: JT Money]

"Shake Watcha Mama Gave Ya" was a hit, now I'm on some other %#@!

^!$$%s don't know who they $#&@in' with
I'm the one ^!$$% to make the hoes shake $$#
#~!!@ flaw ^!$$%s, y'all better break fast

Tryin' to sound like me, tryin' to be like me
Y' need to stop ridin' on my D-I-C,
K, mother$#&@ers, y'all know who I'm talkin' 'bout

Your records only here when I ain't got a record out
Booty-ass track, corny-ass rap
Every time you see me, try to give a ^!$$% doubt

But I don't want yo' doubt, mother$#&@er, you can keep it
Try to imitate me but you keep makin' weak %#@!
^!$$%s don't step 'cause I got a gat

That'll bust 40 rounds thorugh his heart to his back
Like this, like that, crack his head with a Suflex
Peace to the hoes that's down with group-sex

The hell with a pretty boy!
Verse two, silly suckas, do the City Boy, DO IT!


Uh! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy!
Do the City Boy!
Come on! Do the City Boy!

Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy!
Wussup! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy!
Do the City Boy!

Uh! Come on! Do the City Boy!
Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy!
All the ^!$$%s! Do the City Boy!

Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy!
Uh! All the hoes, do the City Boy!
Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy!


[Verse 3: JT Money]


PC's the squad, Rufftown's the Mob
Suckas lookin' hard, they only get scarred
Mike Fresh made the track and it's hittin'

Baby, if you're gonna mess around, make 'em wear a mitten
I'm representin' Rufftown, check the way the group swing
Girlies on the tip, wantin' me to knock the poontang
City Boy in effect, gettin' hype
'Cause y'all %#@! played out like the pin stripes

But JT keep' comin' with the rough %#@!
And I'm not the City Boy you wanna $#&@ with
So don't be on me, if you don't know me
Peace to Clayvosie, yeah, that's my homie
A-shooby-do-wop, I packs me an u-wop

I roll with a U-wop, that's down with the boot-knock
So girls, don't front like you ain't down
I got the Fever For Da Flavor like H-Town
And if you see somethin' you want, then persue it
Posion Clan out, do the City Boy, DO IT!!


Uh! Do the City Boy!
Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy!
Do it! Yeah, do the City Boy!
Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy!

Do it! Rufftown, do the City Boy!
Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy!
Uh! Luke Records, do the City Boy!
Do the City Boy! Do the CityBoy!
Mike Fresh in the house, do the City Boy!
Do the City Boy! Do theCity Boy!

Uzi man in the house, do the City Boy!
Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy!
Big Ram in the house, do the City Boy!
Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy!
Home Team in the house, do the City Boy!
Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy!
Do it!