Action Songtext
von Poison Clan

Now hear this
All who boy put in a gun pan cock, I want to see them JT
Yeah man, check this out
Any pussy who want test, my crew gonna murder them, zhen?
′Cause I be a real action who I defend
And I mean you and JT run thing for years, so just come in at this, zhen?
And tell the people them why, hear?

I remember, me and this cat did a caper
Two young niggas 'bout getting paper
We touch a nigga who had a big grip
Walking ′round with five or six money clips
We laid him down and got away
Went back around the way, to count our pay
We have about five grand exactly
The nigga had my gun, and then he pointed it at me


I gave the nigga the loot, but then he stepped away
But then I bumped into his ass, the next day
Put that thang up to his head and said, "Yeah, nigga
Yesterday you bad with your hands on the trigger
He said the dope made him act all fashion
I say fuck that shit

(I want action) murder, murder
(I want action) murder, murder
(I want action) murder, murder
(I want action) murder, murder

Damn it, JT, a that's why you run this thing, JT
I want to see them, hey, form a shot, hey
Form a shot the boy them bloodclat
I want to see how you deal with it
Hey, just come in and tell the people them

Ayo, let me tell you about the nigga I flipped on
Who tried to cross me, to get his grip on
One day, we went touching
Sent the nigga with the money and then came back with nothing
Blowing books left and right
Come back empty handed breathing hard like it's alright

Pussy nigga was bluffing on me
But I hope this nigga ain′t cuffing on me
I seen that the nigga had another one
But the same shit happened, just like the other one


But this time when the nigga came back
I noticed that his pockets looked kinda fat
I ainn′t say nothing about it, I just looked
"Ayo my nigga, what happened to that book?"

Naw, man, I was chased by a hero
Oh, boy, my understandin's zero
Got that thang from under the seat
Punched it in his mouth, tryna break his front teeth
Just getting money ain′t the satisfaction
You know what else I want

(I want action) murder him, murder him
(I want action) murder, murfer

This nigga was willing to get his life tookin'
Over a bitch, because she pussy whipped him
I guess the nigga was love sick
But that don′t justify doing dumb shit

How the fuck you gon' bitch ′bout a ho?
Drawers up her ass everywhere the fuck she goes
The ho ain't 'bout nothing, only thing the bitch good for is fucking
Or maybe sucking me up, I told it to the nigga, now he talking about fucking me up

I slapped the taste from his mouth
Old cunt ass nigga try to sell a true nigga out
Now that shit′s unheard of
Now you know that my very first instinct was murder
′Cause I'm always strapped

Slapped him with the pistol, shot him in the knee cap
Then he fell to the floor
Ol′ pussy ass nigga, am I the ho?
I hate punks with a passion
And I want no apology, nigga

(I want action) murder, murder
(I want action) murder, murder
I want action

Dem a jump on my track
Poison Clan and boy run thing for years, zen?
1991, '92, I′m with JT
Big up yourself, zen?
And any pussy who wanna test