[Pooh-Man]
Ant Banks! I met this girl (What?) This little light-skinned
girl from 90th and Bancroft, little sexy, light-skinned freaky
little broad, man
[Ant Banks]
I got a ho on 91st, man, what? What's up with that?
[P] Man her name Racia?
[A] Huh, that's my bitch, man
[P] That's my bitch, man
[A] You fool, that's my bitch, we gon' fight in this motherfucker
That's my bitch
[P] Fuck that, check this out, man
[Pooh-Man]
I met the bitch so I took her out
From McDonald's to the goddamn house
Go in the movies started drinking ?Reunidi?
My dick sucking some pussy is all that I'll be needing
Racia'll make your toes curl up
While she's licking your ass with her tongue up your butt
Fuck around, she'll put ice on her tongue
And suck your dick, til your balls get numb
I got hooked, by my homie Jamal
Handed me a number, said "Pooh give that bitch a call"
I called the bitch, let her ride my dick
She tried to be slick, but the ho ain't shit but a trip
The pussy's good but the head is better
She wanted to fuck Plan B so I let her
She got some partners like Trichel and Sharell
Another bitch named Savor from Favor
The type of bitches I talk bad about
Quickly fuck, get dressed, and get the fuck out
But good is good and my game is thick
You can fuck all you want, Ant Banks, but Racia is my bitch
[Ant Banks]
That's my bitch, man I'm telling you, that's my bitch
Peep this out, boy
Now Racia is my bitch, and every time I see her
I twitch, and think about how she iced those lips
On my dick and jacked me like a rabbit
She's a veteran at it, I just let her have it
Cause she swallows it all like a champ
Licks my dick like a brand-new stamp
Sticks her face in my ass and dismantles it
She ain't your bitch, Pooh, you can't handle it
Cause she's the type Pooh likes at first glance
She waits for Ant Banks to wax that ass, huh
See I'm telling you Pooh like this
Racia's a ho, man, but she's still my bitch
[Too $hort]
Yeah man, all that shit sounds real good but you know what?
Now take my bitch, I guess y'all fools don't know
Racia, that's $hort Dog's ho
I've been fucking since '84
And in the '90 that bitch is tore
I'm straight macking that bitch
But don't trip cause she'll suck your dick
One by one she'll just lick and lick
I treat bitches like hoes so just pay up, trick
Cause Racia, she don't like 'em small
She likes big dicks, and big balls
That's my kinda ho
She gave me head in my 5-0-0
S-E-L, Mercedes Benz
I'm even pimping that bitch's friends
So don't be juiced cause she gave you the cock
She fucked me and my homie Jock
Racia, she got a rep from fucking the clique
But she's still my bitch
[A] Man I'm telling y'all, that's my bitch
[P] That still be my bitch, man!
Ain't no way in the world somebody can tell me it ain't my bitch
[A] Fuck all y'all, just fuck all y'all
I'm about to go fuck her right now? What's up what's up?
I'm about to go fuck her right now!
[T] I fucked her four times in two minutes, already
[A] But hey, Racia, you everybody's a bitch
"Bitch!" "Call her a bitch!" (Repeat 4x)
"I've seen you on the street" "Where you from?" "From Oakland"
"Nah, you're not from Oakland, I know Oakland"
Let's take a ride with the boy from the Eastside
Where nothing's a crime no roots to a bye-bye
Tired of motherfuckers spitting nothing but drama rhymes
Flapping his lips, and ain't never squeezed a nine
Try to compete with me fool, you ain't competitive
Stop claiming my town, before I give your ass a sedative
Haymaker and uppercuts, hey nigga you weak as fuck
I'm hitting like Tyson, so fool what's up?
You and your boys, you pop a whole lot of weak shit
Yelling "Pooh-Man is flapping" but he's fucking your bitch
Getting ganked by your manager, did for your cash
That's what you get with your uneducated ass
Pooh's the pistol-toting, dank-smoking, bitch-choking
Young player from Oakland
I was taught by O.G.'s fool, what you stressing?
AK's, Mac 12's fool, Smith & Wessons
You got the audacity to false claim where you be
R.I.P. to S-P-I-C-E
You wanna be down with my town but my town ain't down with ya clown
So studio gangster put your motherfucking mic down
I'm coming for your ass, nigga, you're outta pocket
Squeeze the trigger, eight ball in the corner pocket
A lotta stories circulating round town
Seems my peers in this business try to put me down
He said this, she said that
But you know where they talking that fool: behind my back
Never had the guts to step up
And my fans know that I can take a rhyme and change the flow
Somewhat of a realist, cause I stay as real as this
And all those other brothers can do is make a wish
Huh, so I refuse to kiss they ass
I got something better, motherfucker (gunshots)
More and more I find myself in the media
Or maybe on the screen for New Line Cinema
Yeah, your lips are flapping but my bank is still stacking
'93 and I ain't out to do nothing but keep taxing
Punk-ass bitch, you slimy-ass worm
When will you learn you only get what the fuck you earn?
I'm from the town of the motherfucking Mack
Even my bitch draws a big black gat, huh
So all the talking you doing gets you nowhere, player
The "Peace to My Nine" bullshit I just couldn't bear
Here's my glock, listen to me cock it
The trigger is pulled, it's eight ball in the corner pocket
I'm getting tired of my name used in a bad way
Even though I ain't around, these fools got something to say
Claim I'm a thug, I sell drug ficticious
Man I'm telling you, these lies be vicious
And these same motherfuckers be all in my face
'93 I got the pop, and they all want a taste
You see I'm out to get richer, in otherwords more cash
Pooh be coming in first with these niggas coming in last
So I take my nine and my sensor alarm
And I straight go crazy and take his fucking head off
For being all in my fucking mix
You punk motherfucking ass hoe-trusting bitch
Yeah your partner pump you up, you throw your chest in the air
And then you got the nerves to badmouth a player
If I was you I'd shut my motherfucking mouth
Before my partner Little E blow your motherfucking head off
You want some funk nigga, well you got it
[Intro]
(Pooh-Man)
Yeah me and the boy JT Tha Bigga Figga
Straight from west block San Quinn prison
serving five year sentence on a robbery case
This is to everybody I love
Everybody I am going to miss
[Verse 1]
(Pooh-Man)
September fifth
9 a.m.
Courtroom Ten
Turned myself in
Sentenced to five years on a robbery case
Can't forget the look on my women and mothers face
Now I am on the great goose west block thang
32 months now I got lay it down
No more riding with my homies getting high
Just reminiscing about the Eastside
Hit the weight pad
Trying to stay in shape
By the time I get out I have songs for 20 tapes
Family visit's I look forward to
And on my back I got a new tattoo
The 4 the 1 the 5 stripped in my stride now I got's to ride
One day soon I will be home
And my kids and there mother won't be alone
[Hook]
Sentenced to five long years
Room's full of tattoo tears
These 20 years on the compound
Never would I thought I would be penitentary bound
(2x)
[Verse 2]
(JT Tha Bigga Figga)
Never say they flow or flooded with game
10 years done past and now them thangs done changed
Remember the ballers
Remember the shot callers
Remember the times your homies
Were riding around in them 7-7-9 Impalas
Your life man it ain't right for me
Can't do a thang
Just stand in the back and give you a beat down
Homies is missing but ain't no need for reminiscing
Celebrating cuz all this time you been waiting
At the under spot now make it clever
Now lets start the nation make it a whole lot better
I am thinking about my grip
I have my twist
My freedom and a extra clip
I choose my freedom because I am on my way home
I get to sleep in my bed and get to see my kid
Grow into his manhood
No more waiting on the block
And playing hind and seek from a gang of cops
[Hook]
Sentenced to five long years
Room's full of tattoo tears
These 20 years on the compound
Never would I thought I would be penitrany bound
(2x)
[Verse 3]
(Pooh-Man)
I got a letter from my house my homie just died
Seems nothing ever changes on the Eastside
Waiting, booking reading, eatin,
Penitentary lifestyle is playing with my head
Wish I never did what I done
But it's already done and I can't run
Missing my family and my freedom
I guess you never really know much you really need em
My girls are growing up to be young women
And I'm regretting everyday that there father is not with em
But everybody makes mistakes
Were only human
But reckless was the lifestyle I was pursuing
Smackin brothers jackin brothers
Now everyday the more miss my mother (I love my mother)
I walk around with my head hanging down
Never would I thought I would be penitentary bound
[Outro]
Sentenced to five long years
Room's full of tattoo tears
These 20 years on the compound
Never would I thought I would be penitentary bound
(4x)
As a youngster, I slanged cain, gangbanged
Not a worry in the world, I'm all about money, man
Getting my grind on was all my mind was on
Making a grip, nigga, my money was on
Double back pulling nothing but mail, fuck a briefcase
Rolex watch with the diamond-studded face
More Benzes than a dealership
Slant-nose Porche with the whole damn kit
Slanging more keys than the older players
D.A. was on my dick but a real nigga didn't care
They kicked in my door a million times
And fine-ass bitches was all that they'd ever find
Treated me like Vaseline, but quick as a fox
Drop a key for 25 like they was hot
Fools was jealous, I had too many tricks
Fuck a playa hater, cause I was all about real niggas
Niggas like John-John, the boy from the deuce side
O.G. motherfuckers like Daddy G and Clyde
They gave me the game to survive, oppenents gonna die
Fuck him and his family, let the motherfuckers cry
Nigga caught a bullet cause it wasn't my dope he was selling
So I shot him behind me, death was trailing
Always asking myself, who would be next, bitch?
Gotta wear a vest cause I paranoid as shit
I gotta survive, I gotta survive, I gotta survive
Who wants to know I wanna die?
But the only way I'm going out is spraying
Because the niggas from the deuce ain't playing
>From my way up in the dope game, I met a lot of stops
I got into some funk, one of my boys got shot
Some fool was on my turf selling dope that wasn't mine
I'm a gangsta, I mean problem with nines
It never mattered that I knew the fool a long time
Cross me once and death is all you'll find
But this here will be my last hit
To use a gun, it really didn't take shit
We did it, we did it, we did it, we done it
Mossberg street sweeper, I pumped it
Unloaded all 15 rounds
As I shot and I shot, niggas went down
Bullets flying, niggas dying, but I ain't trippin
I caught a fool with the back bitch slippin
Pulled out the nine and I popped him 4 times
Now let's see your black ass cry
He looked at me with on his ass and said
"Fuck you!" (gunshot) Nigga fuck you, too!
The hit was on and it was time to go
So I stood in my stide, jumped in the K5
Come on niggas, come on niggas, come on niggas
I'm a business man, I can't stand bullshitters
I hate to cause your family dismay
But plain and simple nigga, we don't play
I went 5150 when we lost my nigga Bruce
27 shots from a clip, getting loose
For real motherfuckers, I was sharpening my shooting skills
Hella mad nightly, shooting motherfuckers at will
CTE, I got nothing to lose
And a hell of a lot to gain, by killing you
A thrill killa from the heart of real killers know
In order to give I might have to take a blow
It's kind of cold that you lost your brother
But we still lost Bruce, motherfucker
Tomorrow ain't promised a gangsta good luck
Just a bullet motherfucker, cause death is a must
As I bust, squeezing on my nine on your block
Doing what I feel I gotta do to watch your ass drop
And if your punk-ass bitch is in my way
Let the stanky-pussy bitch meet my motherfucking AK
Making moves for money, ain't no delaying
[Pooh-Man]
Gettin straight to the motherfuckin point
The bitchs the hoes the money and the dank joints
A young player but nothing with heart
He wouldn't think twice about tearing your ass apart
I'm from the gutter motherfucker
So I hang around with gutter brothers
Fuck around and get your punk ass smothered
Ain't nothing but a homside
Fool you wanna ride
Let the bullets glide when you do a drive-by
Body's dropped from one corner to the next nigga
And it's Pooh's finger on the trigger
What's that you claming is irreverent foo
What you said about my crew was'nt even cool
So I am gonna point the glock at your temple
And burst that motherfucker like a pimple
And did ya ask me and I might say fire
Smear death on your ass
How the fuck you going survive
See I ain't trippin on funk
Fuck the trunk on my lap
It's the 12 gauge punk
So come on nigga if you want to try me
And find out where I got the title
Menance 2 society
[Hook]
Menace 2 society
(15x)
[Pooh-Man]
Hop in my K-5
Now I am riding through my hood
I am always strapped
'cause nigga's would jack me if they could
See my cousin asked so I stopped
Grabbed my glock
Got out and kicked it on the block
Smokin dank and shakin the ivory
Seems I'm kickin it but this nigga wanted to try me
Nigga fade me a temple but I ain't no joke
Tennessee title in the dope
Now it's money on hoe
But he stuck his foot on the cash 'cause he bigger
But ain't shit bigger than a 4-5 glock trigger
Nigga pay up but you gotta
But you gotta break off everything you got
From your nikes to you jacket to your watch
Take what's mine no nigga I ain't haven it
Gimmie what's mine or I am puttin you in a casket
I'm from the deuce nigga home of the player
I'll put a hole in your chest punk and would'nt even care
Fool's must of thought I was jokin
Stuck five in his motherfuckin chest and my glock smokin
Fool should'nt of tried me
Found out why the called Pooh-Man a Menance 2 society
[Hook]
Menace 2 society
(15x)
[Pooh-Man]
See motherfuckers they be faking it
But your life ain't shit to me (I'll take it)
Fools front and believe me I saw
But what cha feel like is my glock pressed up to your jaw
In '93 I am setting laws don't doubt it
And if you ever seen my gat you live to did'nt live to tell about it
Full clips and shitloads of bills
And if I coming like that somebody's gettin killed
1-87 is my course
Spray up your whole motherfucking crew without a grain of remorse
And I ain't tripped no jail
'cause if I'm going by myself who the fuck going to tell
Nothing left but a cross and yellow tape
Next I see these niggas it'll be at a wake
So run them right besides me
And try me nigga but I'm a Menance 2 society
[Outro]
Menace 2 society
(9x)
[Pooh-Man]
Hey man check this out
You ever stuck a bullet in a motherfuckers chest?
You ever watch a motherfuckers brains
fly out the back of his motherfucking head?
It happens like that partna
It ain't like you see in the movies
Motherfuckers die out here
And it be the motherfuckers like me who be doing it
Other motherfuckers just rap about it
Motherfuckers like me live this shit everyday
It ain't phony partna he way we live out here partna
live or die kill or be killed
So motherfuckers gotta understand you know
I'll be whatever you want me to be
But out here
I'm a menance 2 society motherfuckin society
If a nigga want some of this he can have it
And I'm gonna give him every bit of it all at once
At the same motherfuckin time
It go like that and that's how its goin have to be
But motherfuckers be faking it
Kill a motherfucker and see how it feels
And you will realize when you kill a motherfucker
And get caught you gotta do time
Instrumental
[Jet]
It's Judgement Day and like you mothafuckas can't stop me
Fuck being dropped, nigga, you gotta Glock me
I'm judging these fucking cowards, bitch
Only 18 and feeling that first power shit
Mad Family got a nigga on strong status
These outlanders can't fuck with factors
And fuck fools who think they bigga
Give me a chainsaw and I pluck another face, nigga
Put on my burners and straight do dirt, bro
Ya gotta loose to gain and the remain there is murder
I'ma start pumping mo' in ya
So it'll be a fucking bloody job for the coroner
No reasoning, nigga, I got a Baretta, hoe
I gotta show these bitches that Jet is federal
Point black showed me love and I might trust ya
Try to do me and I gotta bust ya, busta
Jet is standing strong with tin Techs
Put'em to your dome cause bullets know how to chin check
And if ya go outta bounce, we gotta serve ya
Pooh's help (Straight mothafucking murder)
A fucking enforcer causing straight bloodshed
And putting prices on punk mothafuckas heads
Peeling your cap quick, fast
See, I never had no love for your bitch ass
You can't move me and I don't blood sport
So have your vest on
When it's time to check the Judger...
"Judgement Day....."
"Judgement Day....."
"Judgement Day....."
[Pooh-Man]
It's time to peel some caps
Death is at your door, mothafuckas, and it's like that
I'm a Seminary soldier, I told ya
Slit ya fucking throat and rip ya head off ya shoulders
Seems ya ran in to a brick wall, sucker
Two sick niggas from the Eastside Gutters
Pooh and Jet hooked up, niggas' skanless
Now I gots to do some mothafucking damage
I'm leaving three corpses behind me:
Mhisani, Banks and that nigga named Randy
Now I'm calling on my nigga Blu
And we suppose to have chainsaw massacre too
See, they didn't understand me, they tripping
Chopper pissed bitching: (Fry me a chicken)
Saved me and Malachi from the Gutter
And now we about to go for them mothafuckas joggling
I'm hearing voices in my head from them, whispering:
Pooh-Man (you ain't got no fucking friends, hah haaaa)
I should've listen and massacred the Dangerous Crew
But ya gonna pay for fucking over Pooh
I never thought you would fuck me that bad
But now I'm thinking about dismembering your black ass
Chop ya ass up and get a little wilder
And beat your skanless ass to my rock walkers
Damn, murder set you on a fly way
Malachi, tell these mothafuckas...
"It's Judgement Day, hah hah haaaa..."
"Yeah, you mothafuckas thought it was over with, huh?"
"It all begins here..."
[Intro]
*kicking down a door*
(Pooh-Man) Bitch where the motherfuckin son at?
(Too $hort's Bitch) He not here ahhh it hurts!
(Pooh-Man) Old Skool get this bitch eh! where $hort at?
(Too $hort's Bitch) Pooh he's not here I don't know
(Pooh-Man) Give that nigga a message bitch!
*Gunshot*
Ain't No Love $hort
We be takin shit in '94
In the deuce we ain't bullshittin
I want it all
I want your jewelry, your motherfuckin car
I want your whole safe nigga
Yeah take off the motherfuckin Nikes
What are they Fila
Take the motherfuckers off mark
[Verse 1: Pooh-Man]
Grab my coat and my motherfuckin glock
Now I'm headed out the door to the motherfuckin spot
Got a G bundle for the brothers who be slanging
And an extra clip in my coat for foo's who be banging
The town of macks is gettin way hot now
Police be tappin my phone and getting me locked down
But it's an everyday thang if you slang
20 zips gone in a matter of an hour man
But I stay skeptic about fools that I deal with
You slip once you get your cap peeled real quick
'cause nigga's are shistey as fuck!
Going to drop off some yeh and your ass jacked the fuck up
By some nigga's that you know baby
'cause most nigga's on your block straight be shady
Out to get a grip no matter what it takes
Make a mistake and find your ass dead in a fuckin lake
With bullet holes in your body
Because you ran into the neighbor hood John Gotte
Faulty as hell ass brother
Yeah just anther damn day in the gutter
[Pooh-Man]
You nigga's got something I want
I'm taken it I give a fuck where your from mark
That's right nigga
Motherfuckers like us be takin shit in '94
7 deuce in the motherfuckin house beyatch
What the deuce look like nigga
Any nigga I tell is a fake ass studio gangsta
Leave the punk ass shit behind ya boy
Come to the deuce and find out what it's all about punk
[Verse 2: Pooh-Man]
Anther jack move anther nigga to get with
Up in Milwaukee with mighty on the mark us
They gotta look with 100K with ease
So we kicked in his door and put him on his knees
Open your safe or loose your face
And turn it to 11 to a motherfucking murder case
He opened the safe and accepted the loss
But the fool seen my face so I had to tear his off
125K made in one motherfuckin day
Back to the house to split the cash
It equaled out to about 41 G's and a half
Money seen money gone brother
Mighty Mone just looked and said just a dead motherfucka
Yeah you punk ass nigga
Don't get into the game if you can't stand the heat killa
'cause real players know
That there's always a nigga who will jack you for your cash-flo
And you just met the brother
And he's straight from the motherfuckin gutter
(Pooh-Man)
Yeah you nigga want some motherfucking funk
The bottom line is this you can meet the T *gun cocks*
And after that it's all the fuck over with
What that deuce look like nigga (what it look like)
Yeah we be puttin nigga's on there mothafuckin backsides
[Verse 3: Pooh-Man]
Back in Cali at my mama's
And already got involved in some motherfuckin drama
Mom's said Moe called he needs you to page him
Some foo's in a Mustang GT tried to blaze him
So I hit him up on his pager
He answered me quick
And I'm like so what sup player
The funk is on once again
Break out the Thompsons, the AK's and the Mack 10's
I called up Antoine and Old Skool
Meet me at the spot you know this fools ain't cool
Hopped in the national and got sideways to the curb
Picked up Mellow with Moe Betta on 83rd
They filled me on the way
While Moe Betta slowly loaded up the AK
Told me Moe was at some bitchs house
They came in and damn blew out my partner brains out
But he got off fast
And put 1 outta of 2 on there motherfuckin ass
As we was talkin we spotted the brothers
Cut off the lights
*Gunshots*
(Pooh-Man)
Let's do this ya'll
(Robin Smith)
This is how we live each day
Growing up the gangster way
This is how we live in the gutter
This is how we live each day
Growing up the gangster way
This is how we live in the gutter
(Pooh-Man)
Straight player oakland mack
It's all about never leaving home unstrapped
I tell these tales and tell them well
Get in the game punk
And watch your trick ass fail
Can't stand the heat of the eastside streets
One pull of a trigger knocks you off your feet
The fast lane the dope game so much pain
Clocking cash like a champ
Won't a damn thang change
I come from O-O-O still down with the dudes
But I still got love for my 6 9 roots
Little girl black rammy on
The story goes on but real players know
It's the town of the dank point
of fat 20 sacks
the town where the motherfuckers made the mack
Cuz it's the Eastside
Cuz only real gutter motherfuckers understand me
Standing on the block
Riding the strip
Never been loose without my glock and two clips
Cuz I am yelling out the windows
Riding the hoes
Summer time and I am gonna bring back the gold and vogues
It ain't the dope fiend beat my name is Pooh-Man bitch
Get mad all you want but you can't do shit
To the real players put your hand in the air
They can't fuck with gutter players
(Robin Smith)
This is how we live each day
Growing up the gangster way
This is how we live in the gutter
This is how we live each day
Growing up the gangster way
This is how we live in the gutter
(Pooh-Man)
Eight o'clock on the block
With four five glock
Got's to be saved cuz this fiends won't what I got
They spend ten, 50-50 two or one
You want my pot then fool come and get some
The life of a hustler, living like a G
Look up player in the dictionary
And you will find me
80 G's a day puts a brother on relax
Have more hoes then Frank Ward
So call me the fat cat
And don't mind putting the fool in dirt
Run up to me and my family and watch me put in work
Big Ken plays muscle Kitty Wing plays keys
Yelling rest in peace to a click that want some beef
Where ya from
Does the baron know where ya heading
Run up on my family and watch your ass regret it
I am calling 187 shots
Having fools dropped
Used to be your spot but now it's my spot
Taking' what's' yours is the best way to get ahead
I ain't with that color shit but I'll paint your ass red
To put it bluntly I am a cold hearted brother
Top of Ol' G's how to survive in the gutter
(Robin Smith)
This is how we live each day
Growing up the gangster way
This is how we live in the gutter
This is how we live each day
Growing up the gangster way
This is how we live in the gutter
(Pooh-Man)
The moves I mack the chances I take
No time for mistakes because these brothers be snakes
A fool a snitch on your ass fast
Scared as hell trying to save his own ass
And I ain't got time to trust nobody
Stab while where I rest my head, it ain't that type of party
You see I can always say I ain't stupid
But when the feds are at my door I gots to prove it
Search warrants about 15 deep
Swearing up and down that they are going to find some keys
All though my closet
Searching through my kitchen
What cha looking for old man some fucking chicken
Trying to find some drug pearfunalim
Your out of luck law man, what I tell ya
And they be pissed when they don't find nothing
But they be happy as hell when they do find something
But I ain't giving them bastards nothing to gloat about
You did'nt find shit, so get the FUCK OUT!
So hear is a message to the A.T.F.D.A. and F.B.I.
Eat shit and die
From the gutter
(Robin Smith)
This is how we live each day
Growing up the gangster way
This is how we live in the gutter
This is how we live each day
Growing up the gangster way
This is how we live in the gutter
Something kinda smooth, on the mellow tip
Seeking deeper and deeper, you just might slip
Into a trance, mind going slow
Didn't wanna curse so they'll pump it on the radio
Called up Banks on the GTE mobil
Well it's about 9:00, yo Ant I'll be over
Searching through some records from way back when
Found something smooth, and yo Ant give it a spin
Thought of something cool, rhymes definitely pumpin'
Bassline groove and kick drum thumpin'
Using my mind like a Webster encylcopedia
Pooh-Man is selling out and this is for the media
A little something, from the Mack to the Oaktown
To the papers who keep putting our names down
Short Short but Funky, Dangerous Dame
En Vouge and the Toni's just to add some names
Can't forget Pebbles, Sly and Larry Graham
And yours truly, MC Pooh-Man
Oaktown is on the rise, and I knew you'd ever see
We just funky as ahhhhh, we wanna be
First rhyme, just on the PG
Going through history and fools can't get with me
Looking fake, perpetrating rappers every day
Misguided brothers without nothing to say
All kind of critic say we diss mentality
But don't they know that "Rated R" is "Reality?"
My other homeboy said "Kill At Will"
That's the way we live and we know it's real
My boy from the east said "Fear of a Black Planet"
I know a certain race that couldn't understand it
To see a black man clocking fat grands
To a grafted devil, it's hard to understand
But I'm an artist, begging your pardon
Used to be small, but my pockets are enlarging
Straight from the streets, I use game as a weapon
You ask "What is game?" But fool keep stepping
But I'm a keep rolling, Ant Banks and me
And I'm a come, Funky as I Wanna Be
Rap's going, I be flowing something different
Something mellow, cool with an accent
Kind of tender like Ant Banks' girlfriend
I changed the style, something they couldn't comprehend
Ant said "Pooh, let's make it kind of serious"
Not funny, just to make the money
Say I'm a pro and I can flow with the best of 'em
Then say "I be damn" to the rest of 'em
See you're caught up in my rapture cause it's been so long
Let me stop using the bitches' songs
Baby don't like rap, but I like soul
She might listen to my lyrics and lose control
See I'm hard as hell and it could ever be
*spoken*
(Ant) Hey yo Pooh-man get your lyrics together for this next song man
(Pooh) Ant man I gotta fire up this dank first
I ain't fuckin with nothing till I hit the dank
(Ant) Man you stupid motherfucker
(Pooh) Hey kid man, bring me the lighter man, fuck that
Fuck what he talkin about, I fresh to hit the dank
(Ant) Shit, man fuck it, I ain't fuckin with that shit
(Pooh) All my partners out there know what time it is
Fire up that dank, you know what I'm sayin
(Ant) Y'all be fucked, man
(pooh) *smokes*
(ant) Man that shit hella stanks man.
Man y'all be stupid motherfuckers man
(pooh) Yah it stanks but it's cool parnta
(Ant) Fuck that shit
(pooH) Hey lets do this Ant,
fuck what you talkin about lets do this
(ant) Alright fuck it, do it
(pooh) Hey what am I doin?
[Pooh-Man]
drop the top, hit the block
beat slammin, man fuck the cops
the drops stayin, sittin on gold kicks
pull to the side and get with a fresh bitch
a young tender, dressed in Guess
a fat booty, and some big ass breasts
her name is Tina, my names Pooh
yeah It's time to fuck man, i thought you knew
Straight to the tail, dick hard as a rock
I'm fiendin for her, i got have that cock
mine dog dank, i'm high as fuck
Time to easyated and straight get sucked
Tina was a young ass freak
Start suckin on my balls and my knees got weak
nutted in the throat she couldn't get with it,
Took it out her mouth and slapped herself with it
It ain't the best i've ever had but baby your good
I can't wait to tell the boys in the hood
It's time to take her home, her pussy stanks
But you can't smell it when your fuckin wit dank
Chorus:
Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit dank.
(yah babyi tell ya)
Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit dank.
(with ant banks YO)
Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit dank.
(seven deuce)
(ant) hey pooh kick it
[Pooh-Man]
Hopped in the shell, hit the spot
i got the monkeys and i'm fiendin for cock
Thought about a bitch i had around the way
Grabbed her on the phone, "is it cool today?"
Bitch started mumblin, finally said maybe.
let a ho meet a tone, "alright then baby"
Click. Hung up on the freak
Thought about Pinkey this ho from last week
Seems like i'm calling girls from all across the nation
All you girls can be on the administration
Fire up so mo' dank, look some mo'
man i gotta find me a freaky ass ho
I'm tired of a bitch who won't suck dick
I need some head and i mean hella quick
yeahi got it 105th
This bitch named Monesha is a potent shit
But befo' i got, i need gas in my tank
Like a car need petrol
Pooh need dank
Chorus
(ant) pooh come again boy
[Pooh-Man]
Fool snort hop, some snort crack
Fire up the indo and straight kick back
With a bitch, or maybe the fellas
Oh what a feelin, Yeah man i tell ya
George, Jon Jon, the whole damn crew
Fire up the dank for MC Pooh
To the partners from the park Joe Ray and Budd
Indo's the shit man where's the bud?
Seminary, dat and wang
Choke it or smoke it man, it ain't no thang
98th and Walnut, where's the dank?
I'm gonna smoke this shit until my damn breath stanks
Hub, Glen, Shawn and Beave
I ain't talking man, unless you got weed
Ron, Boo, my homeboy frog
Old school partnas from juvenile hall
I got the gin and juice, and gas in my tank
But the day ain't shit without an ace of dank
Chorus
[Ant Banks]
Hey yo Pooh, Pass the dank, the gin and the juice
So i can get loose and produce
Some gansta shit and Ant Banks'll get fucked up
and make your shit sound legit
So get with this hit that your listening to
I made it bitch and it's gettin you
Into the mood, you wanna suck my dick
You know it bitch, and get wit it
Wet dem lips and you better be great
serve my dick like a motha fuckin waitress
And that's word to the motha
From a brotha with a big ass dick bitch anotha
It has been made, by bad ass anthony banks
MC Pooh and the Deuce and big Bruce comin through straight
Chorus (repeat to end)
[Female voice]
We're here today interviewin' one of America's
controversial artist, MC Pooh...
MC Pooh, your listeners would like to know
why you use so much profanity in your songs?
[Pooh-Man]
Rated X, I wouldn't give a fuck about it
Explicit lyrics, bitch
I can't do or die, yeah, I like to talk a lot of shit
But as long as my record sells
What does it mean, bitch?
Critics, moms and dads, they all hate me
But what the fuck have they done for me lately?
See, I give damn, see
But I give a fuck less about MC B
See, the message is to the damn streets
So Id on't give a fuck, see
I use 'bitch' and 'hoe', they gotta fend it
Said they wanna compromise, they pretended it
To you out there, I ask you this
Do you consider yourself to be a bitch?
Answer, thought so, hell no!
So why they let all that drama go?
Females get mad when they know
At onetime or another they been a bitch or a hoe
See, a bitch to Pooh is a dog, as to a hoe
She can lick my mothafuckin' balls
See, I ain't trippin' on negative reponse
But try to ban me and the war is on
See, you out there, you gotta fear it
What they hate about? Yeah
The gangsta hittin' explicit lyrics...
[Female voice]
Now, Pooh, that's very interestin' point of view...
But can you give me an example why the females
of America disparage you so much?
[Pooh-Man]
Bitch, suck my dick and lick my balls
Get on the floor and drop your mothafuckin' drawls
Trick, you don't like what I just said?
Yeah, you simple minded bitches can get a boy's head
Fuck you, choose the right to criticize
This crackfiend is stamped so open your eyes
Crack is a world wide problem
As far as I know, bitch, you might use it
Say I glorify the life of a gangsta
And poison the minds of the youngstas
Come in my neighborhood, what do you find?
He's only eight years old but he's hard on the crime
Now, why it is that I'm blamed for that?
Look at his mommy and daddy, they both smoke crack
But he heard my song so I'm the co-operate
Put my dick in your mouth and then choke, bitch
Black on black crime was heavy for me, hoe
I think it's about time that I let you critics know
See, Pooh's gotta fear it
Critics wanna drive my car and they want my jewerly
See, they wanna be me cause I got the women
And all the fuckin' money
I made a record and they could'nt bear, so fear it
What they hate about me? My explicit lyrics...
[Female voice]
Yeah, Pooh, I can definitely understand why young
ladies would dislike you...
Why would you use such a racketery statement as a
female dog to prefers young ladies?
[Pooh-Man]
Oh, you mean bitch?
Why would I call a woman a bitch?
Cool question, so let me answer that
See, a bitch likes to play
But I'm a type that I blow a punk bitch away
Some girls are cool but some like to be a pain
When I won't give'em cash
I apply for welfare, bitch, I ain't bein' had money
It's way too scared
We work for all signin' money for us, players
A brotha like me don't pay to play
Girls like wetnose puppies can get a hell away
It's only meat on the bone
I can fuck it, suck it and leave it alone
You control the body and I control the mind
Like I said on my last tape: a bitch is a waste of time
But maybe you didn't hear it
What do they hate about Pooh? My explicit lyrics...
[Female voice]
I can tell these interviewes that you are not only
ignorant but profane, foul, immature and ridicilous...
[Pooh-Man]
I be all of that...
[Female voice]
But before we go would you like to have any other words?
[Pooh-Man]
Yeah, get the fuck out of my face, bitch!
Recognize game, young bitch
Say my lyrics and suck my mothafuckin' dick
90 the year of real mack
Fools talk shit, bitch, but I ain't with that
Big time, straight from the Villa
I'm better known as a goddamn killa
Rhymelord, more rhymes what you ever make
What ever it is, man, Pooh-Man don't play
Again you get back to a brotha named MC Pooh
Never givin' a fuck cause life's like that
You better wear vest and strap your gat
Cause a player like Pooh is on a creep
Talk some more shit and get your mothafuckin' ass beated
What about in jail bein' locked down?
Kickin' it with a pretty boy on a fuckin' campaign
Institutionalized, cross a game
And loose your mothafuckin' life
But once in the system: game gets real
Yeah, I made it big and you bitches couldn't hear it
What do they hate about me, Ant Banks?
[Ant Banks]
Your goddamn explicit lyrics...
[Female voice]
Now, Ant Banks, aren't you the producer of this X-rated trash?
[Ant Banks]
Yeah, that's right! Me and Big Bruce and the 7-Duce got it goin' on...
You know what I'm sayin'? With the B.G. gettin' paid like a
Well I'm a fire this shit up like dank
And let the whole town know what's up with me and Ant Banks
Another nigga turned traitor
He wanna be a rapper, fool stick to the crossfader
Get on the radio and bad-mouth Pooh
But you know damn well you can't fuck with my crew
Fuck you nigga, your tape gets the eject
The pranksta gangsta, I can't relate
Yeah you Sittin' on Somethin' Phat, it's your head
They wanted real shit, so they bought my tape instead
Bootsy-ass busta, motherfucker
So what's up with the kid from the gutter
Fuck around and make Dangerous a sacred place
Producing them fake-ass tapes
And you wanna call me deadweight?
Fuck around and have the whole Dangerous Crew at your wake
Nah, I'm a catch you on the late night
And jack you for your folk, at a stop light
Or rub up on your ass at Denny's
And have them Mac-10 shells dropping good and plenty
Now you can keep your punk ass shit
But how did you go out? You went out like a bitch
Now I'm gonna smoke your ass like buddha
And all you motherfuckers, I'm a bring it to ya
Fake ass, busta-ass nigga, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off
Now the shit's like a war
Them mark-ass niggas don't want trouble (Repeat 2x)
Goddamn, it's the second verse
And it seems that shit done got worse
Now I gotta get bad on a trick
Not you Banks, but that other bitch
Now you should stop and listen
While I'm bouts to go on a motherfucking mission
Yeah punk, I heard your tape
And as far as I'm concerned, the shit was fake
Damn you's a borderline bitch
As far as getting pussy, fool, you getting dick
Now tell me how that sound
Sounds like another nigga from Dangerous getting beat down
Now you wanna fuck with me, right?
Toe to toe in the alley in the middle of the night
And watch me mop that ass
And have 'em draw a chalk line around your bitch ass
But you know you ain't careful, trick
Remember on true when you got the burning dick?
But that's how I'm gon' do ya
Fire up the dank, nigga, cause I'm a bring it to ya
Fake ass, busta-ass nigga, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off
Now the shit's like a war
Them mark-ass niggas don't want trouble (Repeat 2x)
Niggas say "Pooh-Man, why you clowning?"
Cause I'm tired of my motherfucking surroundings
Fools tried to tame but they can't
See I'm from the gutter, and straight fucking with dank
So I got tried of niggas picking my cash
So I got smart, and I left they punk ass
See all of that's real, I got my fill
And all my motherfucking dollar bills
So fuck everything they say
And the shiesty games those punk motherfuckers play
Fat mad at me cause I got a hit
Stop running your mouth, you sorry son of a bitch
And I might wanna use your mom for a Late Night Fuck
But I'm only out to get my dick sucked
So fuck what you're stressing
When I left the Dangerous Crew, it was a blessing
And oh brother wait, who the fuck is Banks?
Nobody knew ya til "Fucking With Dank"
So for all you niggas, screw ya
Fuck you motherfuckers, cause I'm a bring it to ya
Fake ass, busta-ass nigga, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off
Now the shit's like a war
Now $hort! I know you didn't think that shit was over,
you little ugly ass nigga!
Too $hort...
Nothin' can save ya
Ain't no love, $hort (4x)
Now mickity mic down
Guns out, mothafuckas
Lowin' the holes
It's the kid from the gutter
Punks get on tapes
And they sound so real
But real niggas don't get in court and squeal
Yeah, regard all that punk ass Racia shit
Got on the stand and ran your mouth
Like a bitch, little snitch
Pooh-Man did it! Pooh-Man did it!
He made me with it!
Court is in session, $hort
And you've been indicted
Hoe trusta Oakland busta
And you gets no love from the gutter
See we remember when you had to have
A baserock cawy and a nice hot bath
Smokin' and chokin', Sir Too $hort
Just thinkin' about the day before
See you never shouldn't fuck
With the real killa
I goes deep on you dopefiend nigga
Got on the mic and called me a punk
And funk is what you want
So there it is, junk
Dirty, tired, fucked around
And get my foot off in his ass
Let's hood ride, mob, fuck talkin' bad
No punk let's me check myself, partner
I ain't gonna bust ya
I rather ride up and drop ya
But the rappin' is weak shit
And I'm down with this street shit
And you aint shit but a weak bitch
The ugliest nigga in rap
Try to cap on the nigga
From the mothafuckin' hood
So when I see you it's all good
Too $hort...
Nothin' can save ya
Aint no love, $hort (4x)
Ant Banks: read this...
I boarded to your ass last year
But you didn't hear me dough
It's 94 and Banks need a little more
Lips lookin' hell of luscious
Digidy down goes my zipper
Nigga, you can suck this
And you must like slurpin' dicks
Because you ridin' on $hort's tip
Like a jockin' little bitch
Ridin' around in your too-$hort-hand-me-down
I left the Dangerous Crew
And that's why you're clownin' now
The bigidy Banksta ain't no gigidy gigidy gangsta
When the truth comes out you aint shit but a pranksta
Try to hang in my hood lookin' out of place
With that blank ass look on your face:
(What should I do? What should I do?)
Now get in where you fit in, chunk
Can't hang on the block
Cause you aint shit but a punk
So I ain't givin' no rule
To assume you want some mothafuckin' funk
Then bring it to the crew
So bring it on if your ass wanna trip
And to this hollow-tip, bitch
Blast that ass, yes I would
Cause on the streets, nigga, it's all good
Too $hort...
Nothin' can save ya
Ain't no love, $hort
Beep, beep, beep
Oh, there goes my pager
And it's your bitch, yo, I think I best to fade her
Took her to the motel parking lot
Little light skinned bitch got just a little too hot
it's goin' down, pannies comin' off
Another tramp bitch got automatically toasted
I think you found out and got jealous
Cause I was diggin' your bitch
And runnin' back tellin' all the fellas
But you took her home
And wanted to marry the bitch
I would dig her in this, mister
And bury the bitch
Stop spendin' all your cash and fix your teeth
$hort Dog must like bein' ugly
Came at a nigga wrong
Little cavity creep walkin' around with Nikes on
Bitch ass nigga ain't got no heart
Be ready to finish anythin' your punk ass started
Cause I did funk with the best
So when you ridin' in your lexus
Nigga, put on the vest
And stay the fuck out my hood
Cause death is a factor and it's all good
Too $hort...
Nothin' can save ya
[Intro]
(Pooh-Man)
Yeah me and the boy JT Tha Bigga Figga
Straight from west block San Quinn prison
serving five year sentence on a robbery case
This is to everybody I love
Everybody I am going to miss
[Verse 1]
(Pooh-Man)
September fifth
9 a.m.
Courtroom Ten
Turned myself in
Sentenced to five years on a robbery case
Can't forget the look on my women and mothers face
Now I am on the great goose west block thang
32 months now I got lay it down
No more riding with my homies getting high
Just reminiscing about the Eastside
Hit the weight pad
Trying to stay in shape
By the time I get out I have songs for 20 tapes
Family visit's I look forward to
And on my back I got a new tattoo
The 4 the 1 the 5 stripped in my stride now I got's to ride
One day soon I will be home
And my kids and there mother won't be alone
[Hook]
Sentenced to five long years
Room's full of tattoo tears
These 20 years on the compound
Never would I thought I would be penitentary bound
(2x)
[Verse 2]
(JT Tha Bigga Figga)
Never say they flow or flooded with game
10 years done past and now them thangs done changed
Remember the ballers
Remember the shot callers
Remember the times your homies
Were riding around in them 7-7-9 Impalas
Your life man it ain't right for me
Can't do a thang
Just stand in the back and give you a beat down
Homies is missing but ain't no need for reminiscing
Celebrating 'cause all this time you been waiting
At the under spot now make it clever
Now lets start the nation make it a whole lot better
I am thinking about my grip
I have my twist
My freedom and a extra clip
I choose my freedom because I am on my way home
I get to sleep in my bed and get to see my kid
Grow into his manhood
No more waiting on the block
And playing hind and seek from a gang of cops
[Hook]
Sentenced to five long years
Room's full of tattoo tears
These 20 years on the compound
Never would I thought I would be penitrany bound
(2x)
[Verse 3]
(Pooh-Man)
I got a letter from my house my homie just died
Seems nothing ever changes on the Eastside
Waiting, booking reading, eatin,
Penitentary lifestyle is playing with my head
Wish I never did what I done
But it's already done and I can't run
Missing my family and my freedom
I guess you never really know much you really need em
My girls are growing up to be young women
And I'm regretting everyday that there father is not with em
But everybody makes mistakes
Were only human
But reckless was the lifestyle I was pursuing
Smackin brothers jackin brothers
Now everyday the more miss my mother (I love my mother)
I walk around with my head hanging down
Never would I thought I would be penitentary bound
[Outro]
Sentenced to five long years
Room's full of tattoo tears
These 20 years on the compound
Never would I thought I would be penitentary bound
A lot of my Eastside partners are dyin' fast
And it ain't for natural causes, fool, they catchin' a blast
Tim, Yogi, Bruce and James
pick up the newspaper, fool, and it's all familiar names
Brothas i grew up with and do up with
Partners killin' partners, man, that's the cold shit
Gots me spooked to hang with the fellas
Cause you never know when the nextman's gettin' jealous
Cause I've seen some cold shit:
Brothas gettin' killed over the words of a bitch
Now tell me what that be like, player
But in the Oaktown ain't no rules, nigga
Everything's fair, hah!
And the main fact is a bullet
He's got his finger on the trigga
And he'll damn sure pull it
This defines ghetto mentality, right?
But it all so got a player runnin' for his life...
I walked to my homie's funeral last week
Tears rolled down his mama's cheek
And it made me think:
I never tripped when i was gunnin' and funnin'
But the things i did in past got me duckin', dodgin, runnin'
And it ain't that i'm scared but if a fool starts to blastin'
It ain't like I'm gonna stand there
See, moms allready lost my brotha
So I keeps my vest on when I roam in the gutter
But we droppin' like flies
What's goin' on the Eastside can't be denied
Remember when we used to box?
But nowadays we grabbin' A.K.'s
And be bringin' down the whole block
And little kids gettin' gaught up in the crossfire
Before he reaches a teens he's expired
12 years old and it's a damn shame
Layin' in the middle of the nearest lane, hah!
And it brings tears to my eyes, damn!
We got'em runnin' for their lifes...
Another mother's tears on the cheeks
Seems like another brotha got beated by these Eastside streets
He fell victim to a drive-by
And I find myself askin' why?
Was he part of the game claimin' red or blue?
Or was is just a time to him to pay for things he do
He probably killed another brotha
Don't act like you're shocked
Cause that's the way of the gutter
He was the baller callin' major shots
He slipped one too many times so he got dropped
And ain't nobody untouchable, fool
Before the phony starts everything's cool, hah!
But once it's on it's goin' down
Drive-by's sparkin' up the whole fuckin' town
Deathtomb 17 over the weekend
Strapped with my vest in the funerals of my friends
Cause they droppin' like flies
Stayin' alive you can't do shit but try
Cause the brothas slippin' to the left
And the name of the game ain't shit but death
Because the way we live, hah!
[Pooh-Man]
Ant Banks! I met this girl (What?) This little light-skinned
girl from 90th and Bancroft, little sexy, light-skinned freaky
little broad, man
[Ant Banks]
I got a ho on 91st, man, what? What's up with that?
[P] Man her name Racia?
[A] Huh, that's my bitch, man
[P] That's my bitch, man
[A] You fool, that's my bitch, we gon' fight in this motherfucker
That's my bitch
[P] Fuck that, check this out, man
[Pooh-Man]
I met the bitch so I took her out
From McDonald's to the goddamn house
Go in the movies started drinking ?Reunidi?
My dick sucking some pussy is all that I'll be needing
Racia'll make your toes curl up
While she's licking your ass with her tongue up your butt
Fuck around, she'll put ice on her tongue
And suck your dick, til your balls get numb
I got hooked, by my homie Jamal
Handed me a number, said "Pooh give that bitch a call"
I called the bitch, let her ride my dick
She tried to be slick, but the ho ain't shit but a trip
The pussy's good but the head is better
She wanted to fuck Plan B so I let her
She got some partners like Trichel and Sharell
Another bitch named Savor from Favor
The type of bitches I talk bad about
Quickly fuck, get dressed, and get the fuck out
But good is good and my game is thick
You can fuck all you want, Ant Banks, but Racia is my bitch
[Ant Banks]
That's my bitch, man I'm telling you, that's my bitch
Peep this out, boy
Now Racia is my bitch, and every time I see her
I twitch, and think about how she iced those lips
On my dick and jacked me like a rabbit
She's a veteran at it, I just let her have it
Cause she swallows it all like a champ
Licks my dick like a brand-new stamp
Sticks her face in my ass and dismantles it
She ain't your bitch, Pooh, you can't handle it
Cause she's the type Pooh likes at first glance
She waits for Ant Banks to wax that ass, huh
See I'm telling you Pooh like this
Racia's a ho, man, but she's still my bitch
[Too $hort]
Yeah man, all that shit sounds real good but you know what?
Now take my bitch, I guess y'all fools don't know
Racia, that's $hort Dog's ho
I've been fucking since '84
And in the '90 that bitch is tore
I'm straight macking that bitch
But don't trip cause she'll suck your dick
One by one she'll just lick and lick
I treat bitches like hoes so just pay up, trick
Cause Racia, she don't like 'em small
She likes big dicks, and big balls
That's my kinda ho
She gave me head in my 5-0-0
S-E-L, Mercedes Benz
I'm even pimping that bitch's friends
So don't be juiced cause she gave you the cock
She fucked me and my homie Jock
Racia, she got a rep from fucking the clique
But she's still my bitch
[A] Man I'm telling y'all, that's my bitch
[P] That still be my bitch, man!
Ain't no way in the world somebody can tell me it ain't my bitch
[A] Fuck all y'all, just fuck all y'all
I'm about to go fuck her right now? What's up what's up?
I'm about to go fuck her right now!
[T] I fucked her four times in two minutes, already
[A] But hey, Racia, you everybody's a bitch
[Intro]
Player haters
Player haters
We can't the player haters
Yeah man lets kick the funky gangster shit
Give enough respect
[Verse 1]
(Pooh-Man)
Mike a.k.a cash money
Man I tell ya this nigga is funny
Always bragging to the girls about what he had
Sucker always told his dry ass has drama drag
Told the partners he was down with us
We should of figured he was out to get us
He had anthor partner named Jeff
He hooked up with him and game done left
Now we talk bad about me and my crew
High siding with bitchs and talking about fuck Pooh
Now I know just how to handle this
Call up her sister and let her suck my dick
Or maybe I should call his women
And stick my dick in her motherfucking mouth when I'm cumming
See here is some game for you motherfucking fakers
He crossed game so he is a motherfucking player hater
Player haters
Player haters
Player haters
[Verse 2]
I know your asking yourself what is a player hater
Anthor brother who hates me because my game is greater
See I got alot of female friends
I drive a '73 Chevy instead of an '89 Benz
When it comes to women I put my foot down
I give them respect but sometimes I have to clown
And niggas down appected game
So they get behind my back and talk bad about my name
Now I see if you was doing better than me
Now take what he's got and multiply times three
It ain't a bragging thang
I am just a nigga who refuses to cross game
Or let the a bitch be the reason
Man I tell ya it ain't shit but treason
I tell ya man niggas ain't shit
He's just mad because I am fucking his bitch
See I fucked her but never am I paying her
You be a player hater
Player haters
Player haters
They can't stand player haters
Player haters
[Verse 3]
Cash money is a player hater Vince is too
Fuck you niggas and the whole damn crew
You thought you could do me with your punk ass words
But all that bullshit get shot to the curb
Told that bitch about my other bitch
All that player hating did stop shit
Niggas I rob
Ricky and Jay and all you players around the bay
Now lets not forget about Moe and this clip
Ain't shit but a player hating son of a bitch
Now I know we got'em
And will be sitting in the lane
Pussy ass niggas is jelous of the next man
Now I took this time to throw off steam
But I still got his little ass bitch on my team
Now we talk all that shit
It did'nt work faker
But it fucked up trick you ain't shit but a player hater
Player haters
Player haters
Player haters
Player haters
Player haters
Player haters
Player haters
(Pooh-Man)
Let's do this ya'll
(Robin Smith)
This is how we live each day
Growing up the gangster way
This is how we live in the gutter
This is how we live each day
Growing up the gangster way
This is how we live in the gutter
(Pooh-Man)
Straight player oakland mack
It's all about never leaving home unstrapped
I tell these tales and tell them well
Get in the game punk
And watch your trick ass fail
Can't stand the heat of the eastside streets
One pull of a trigger knocks you off your feet
The fast lane the dope game so much pain
Clocking cash like a champ
Won't a damn thang change
I come from O-O-O still down with the dudes
But I still got love for my 6 9 roots
Little girl black rammy on
The story goes on but real players know
It's the town of the dank point
of fat 20 sacks
the town where the motherfuckers made the mack
'cause it's the Eastside
'cause only real gutter motherfuckers understand me
Standing on the block
Riding the strip
Never been loose without my glock and two clips
'cause I am yelling out the windows
Riding the hoes
Summer time and I am gonna bring back the gold and vogues
It ain't the dope fiend beat my name is Pooh-Man bitch
Get mad all you want but you can't do shit
To the real players put your hand in the air
They can't fuck with gutter players
(Robin Smith)
This is how we live each day
Growing up the gangster way
This is how we live in the gutter
This is how we live each day
Growing up the gangster way
This is how we live in the gutter
(Pooh-Man)
Eight o'clock on the block
With four five glock
Got's to be saved 'cause this fiends won't what I got
They spend ten, 50-50 two or one
You want my pot then fool come and get some
The life of a hustler, living like a G
Look up player in the dictionary
And you will find me
80 G's a day puts a brother on relax
Have more hoes then Frank Ward
So call me the fat cat
And don't mind putting the fool in dirt
Run up to me and my family and watch me put in work
Big Ken plays muscle Kitty Wing plays keys
Yelling rest in peace to a click that want some beef
Where ya from
Does the baron know where ya heading
Run up on my family and watch your ass regret it
I am calling 187 shots
Having fools dropped
Used to be your spot but now it's my spot
Taking' what's' yours is the best way to get ahead
I ain't with that color shit but I'll paint your ass red
To put it bluntly I am a cold hearted brother
Top of Ol' G's how to survive in the gutter
(Robin Smith)
This is how we live each day
Growing up the gangster way
This is how we live in the gutter
This is how we live each day
Growing up the gangster way
This is how we live in the gutter
(Pooh-Man)
The moves I mack the chances I take
No time for mistakes because these brothers be snakes
A fool a snitch on your ass fast
Scared as hell trying to save his own ass
And I ain't got time to trust nobody
Stab while where I rest my head, it ain't that type of party
You see I can always say I ain't stupid
But when the feds are at my door I gots to prove it
Search warrants about 15 deep
Swearing up and down that they are going to find some keys
All though my closet
Searching through my kitchen
What cha looking for old man some fucking chicken
Trying to find some drug pearfunalim
Your out of luck law man, what I tell ya
And they be pissed when they don't find nothing
But they be happy as hell when they do find something
But I ain't giving them bastards nothing to gloat about
You did'nt find shit, so get the FUCK OUT!
So hear is a message to the A.T.F.D.A. and F.B.I.
Eat shit and die
From the gutter
(Robin Smith)
This is how we live each day
Growing up the gangster way
This is how we live in the gutter
This is how we live each day
Growing up the gangster way
Woke up in the morning, threw on my black suit
Time to pay respects to a player from my crew
He got caught up and paid with his life
Slipping on the block on the late night
Now everybody's at his funeral with tears in their eyes
Wonder why my homie had to die
Just another one of my dead friends
And all that's on my mind is getting revenge
Kissed my playa on his cheek
And whispered in his ear "I love you and rest in peace"
But for me, the funk is on
I'm strapped with my chrome from dusk til dawn
And you can run but you can't hide, fell me?
So when you get your first glance, you'd best to kill me
Cause I'm out to gets you, pranksta
And you know you can't fade a gangsta
They try to tell me revenge is the wrong way
But that ain't what my comrades would say
And if it was Pooh, laying in the casket
Somebody would be getting they punk ass blasted
I'm riding strapped in the LTD
Ready to put some punks to sleep
Tears filled Antione's eyes
As he thinks of the way my homie died
AK's across my lap
And it's on with the mini 14 in the back
The Angel of Death's on a mission
I want your life nigga, fuck sqaushing shit
And as far as the toll goes
Nigga you can talk to these motherfucking bullet holes
Now the deuce is out to hang ya
And we ain't shit but gangstas
Now we know for sure who pulled the trigga
Fake-ass nigga
So we kicked in his mom's door at home
And find her old ass there all alone
She gave up his number and all
So I gave his mark ass a call
Look punk, we got your momma
And she'll be dead on arrival if you don't cut the drama
You killed my partner so I gots to kill you
And I'm a do what I have to
This wrinkled-up bitch, you'll find her in a ditch
If your ass don't get here quick
I'm getting tired of your drama
Now ask yourself nigga, do you love your momma?
Cause she's abouts to die, pranksta
*spoken*
(Ant)Hey yo Pooh-man get your lyrics together for this next song man
(Pooh)Ant man I gotta fire up this dank first
I ain't fuckin with nothing till I hit the dank
(Ant)Man you stupid motherfucker
(Pooh) Hey kid man, bring me the lighter man, fuck that
Fuck what he talkin about, I fresh to hit the dank
(Ant)Shit, man fuck it, I ain't fuckin with that shit
(Pooh)All my partners out there know what time it is
Fire up that dank, you know what I'm sayin
(Ant)Y'all be fucked, man
(pooh)*smokes*
(ant)Man that shit hella stanks man.
Man y'all be stupid motherfuckers man
(pooh)Yah it stanks but it's cool parnta
(Ant)Fuck that shit
(pooH)Hey lets do this Ant,
fuck what you talkin about lets do this
(ant)Alright fuck it, do it
(pooh)Hey what am I doin?
[Pooh-Man]
drop the top, hit the block
beat slammin, man fuck the cops
the drops stayin, sittin on gold kicks
pull to the side and get with a fresh bitch
a young tender, dressed in Guess
a fat booty, and some big ass breasts
her name is Tina, my names Pooh
yeah It's time to fuck man, i thought you knew
Straight to the tail, dick hard as a rock
I'm fiendin for her, i got have that cock
mine dog dank, i'm high as fuck
Time to easyated and straight get sucked
Tina was a young ass freak
Start suckin on my balls and my knees got weak
nutted in the throat she couldn't get with it,
Took it out her mouth and slapped herself with it
It ain't the best i've ever had but baby your good
I can't wait to tell the boys in the hood
It's time to take her home, her pussy stanks
But you can't smell it when your fuckin wit dank
Chorus:
Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit dank.
(yah babyi tell ya)
Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit dank.
(with ant banks YO)
Fuckin wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin wit dank.
(seven deuce)
(ant) hey pooh kick it
[Pooh-Man]
Hopped in the shell, hit the spot
i got the monkeys and i'm fiendin for cock
Thought about a bitch i had around the way
Grabbed her on the phone, "is it cool today?"
Bitch started mumblin, finally said maybe.
let a ho meet a tone, "alright then baby"
Click. Hung up on the freak
Thought about Pinkey this ho from last week
Seems like i'm calling girls from all across the nation
All you girls can be on the administration
Fire up so mo' dank, look some mo'
man i gotta find me a freaky ass ho
I'm tired of a bitch who won't suck dick
I need some head and i mean hella quick
yeahi got it 105th
This bitch named Monesha is a potent shit
But befo' i got, i need gas in my tank
Like a car need petrol
Pooh need dank
Chorus
(ant) pooh come again boy
[Pooh-Man]
Fool snort hop, some snort crack
Fire up the indo and straight kick back
With a bitch, or maybe the fellas
Oh what a feelin, Yeah man i tell ya
George, Jon Jon, the whole damn crew
Fire up the dank for MC Pooh
To the partners from the park Joe Ray and Budd
Indo's the shit man where's the bud?
Seminary, dat and wang
Choke it or smoke it man, it ain't no thang
98th and Walnut, where's the dank?
I'm gonna smoke this shit until my damn breath stanks
Hub, Glen, Shawn and Beave
I ain't talking man, unless you got weed
Ron, Boo, my homeboy frog
Old school partnas from juvenile hall
I got the gin and juice, and gas in my tank
But the day ain't shit without an ace of dank
Chorus
[Ant Banks]
Hey yo Pooh, Pass the dank, the gin and the juice
So i can get loose and produce
Some gansta shit and Ant Banks'll get fucked up
and make your shit sound legit
So get with this hit that your listening to
I made it bitch and it's gettin you
Into the mood, you wanna suck my dick
You know it bitch, and get wit it
Wet dem lips and you better be great
serve my dick like a motha fuckin waitress
And that's word to the motha
From a brotha with a big ass dick bitch anotha
It has been made, by bad ass anthony banks
MC Pooh and the Deuce and big Bruce comin through straight
50-50 chance, 50-50 chance...
When I got a nine it's a 50-50 chance...
Straight youngsta
Tryin' to survive in the streets of my town
But everyday another brotha gets bucked down
So I keep a gat to watch my back
You lack, you loose your life, fool, and it's like that
See, I was born in slums so I know what to expect
And killin' a fool on a block gots you much respect
And ain't nobody gonna cross a playa in the game
Put a cap in your ass and add stripes to my street fame
This is the way we thought and still think everyday
I keep my vest on cause ain't no tellin' when I get blown away
I see fear in my mother's eyes and I know if I die
I'm gonna hurt my mother's soul
And she's all what a player got but she's gotta understand
I got love for my block, see, it's my choice, I'm an own man
But to survive in these streets of Oakland
Life's a chance...
50-50 chance, 50-50 chance...
When I got a nine it's a 50-50 chance...
See, brief me: in god I trust
But in order to stay alive, my nine I have to bust
See, I chose this way of life, I never really tripped
What was wrong and what was right, I had a family at home
I can't get paid at Mickey D's so I gots to get my grind on
See, life wasn't bad, if I can do then I did it
And I make sure my family had, I was the oldest
Since my duty, my job
So on the back of my sweater read 69th Mob
I had to hustle and grind, stay strapped with 9-milly
Ain't no shame and neither the players feel me
Late night I bought a 400 sack
I got my partner in the cut strapped watchin' my back
Killin' ain't nothin' more than a ???
I keep a strap, mothafuckas, cause these fools are to blast
Didn't see a fool in the cut and furious shots
Two of my partners dropped, now I'm reachin' for my Glock
I'm runnin' around squeezin my trigga
Is this the method of a surviver or the method of a straight killa
He'll get me if I don't get him first
So I gotta let the nine bust it, put his ass in a hearse
This is the way of life, the ghetto dance
When I got a nine, it's a 50-50 chance...
50-50 chance, 50-50 chance...
When I got a nine it's a 50-50 chance...
Two of my partners died over gang-related funk
So I'm ridin' around town with a semi-automatic pump
My boy Pam got my back
See I refuse to be a coward, I can't go out like that
So much pain over a lost of a loved one
But if you give a bullet, ya gotta be down to take one
Everyday it's a motha...
That's the way we think, nigga, down here in the Gutter
So I'm creepin' to catch him sleepin'
And he started to fleein'
Hittin' fences like the Angel of Death
Pam broke right and I broke left
We got him with it, now he's pleein' for his life
The Angel of Death is in your faith
Boom! You lose your life
I pulled the trigga cause he killed two of my friends
His mother's gonna cry cause he won't get another chance...
50-50 chance, 50-50 chance...
"Life.. it's all about sex money and murder.
To all those motherfuckers out there who can't deal with it;
you just a punk ass bitch!"
[MC Pooh]
Sex money and murder -- elements of the streets
You either play the role or get your god damn ass beat
See I can get the pussy and money is a must
Try to stop me -- ashes to ashes, dust to dust
The suckers try to win, let the games begin
Meet me, Ant Banks, Kenny Wayne and the mac-10's
We were born to die any god damn way
Here last week, but you're dead today
No time for the bullshit, let the bullets disperse
Hospital to the morgue to the motherfuckin hearse
Deep in the game, since I was eleven
The streets are hell, so what the fuck is heaven?
I'm one of the biggest baby and refuse to get took down
A god damn killer comin straight from the Oaktown
Step out of line, it's manditory I hurt ya
My hobbies in life -- what? Sex money and murder
Chorus: MC Pooh
Sex from your bitch("run.. run up punk")
Money from the crack("death.. death is a cycle")
Murder is a hobby.. murder-murder is a hobby..
murder-murder is a hobby that I had since way back
[MC Pooh]
I live the life of a criminal and hustle each day
Fool step wrong, live loose, get blown away
The ave is the only home I knew
so to get what I got, I did what I had to
Kill, deal, rob -- I didn't give a fuck
You had what I needed? You was shit out of luck
A chopper is manditory, to lose is another story
Fools try to get with me, wind up history
You just mad, cause I got yo' bitch
and now she's ridin on the Dangerous dick
And I can tell by your face, you're mad and full of steam
cause now your bitch is on Pooh-Man's team
She's my bitch, was yo' bitch, come and sucks my dick
It don't stop with this young-ass trick
Run up punk -- and watch yo' friends desert ya
Because my lifestyle punk - sex money and murder
Chorus
[MC Pooh]
So much shit, gettin talked by the other crowd
Always talkin and don't know what the fuck about
I get criticized, ridiculed and other shit
but they go wild when I yell out bitch
So I can take a little criticism and laugh
and tell the critics they can kiss my ass
I ain't trippin, my money is made..
.. I kick back and I straight get paid
Rated X is life, motherfuck PG
Death is a factor on the Oakland street
If you can't deal with life, don't fuck with my rap
It's like this, cause it happen like that
Sex from your bitch, money from the crack
Murder is a hobby that I had since way back
A hit ain't shit, I learned it in class
Creep slow, shoot fast
This is the way I live, fuck pain and torture
(Pooh-Man)
Yeah lets make this kind of mellow
Ant slow it up for me
We going to do this kind of cool
[Verse 1]
Always on a mellow man
Kicking rhymes that last
Grab the microphone and I clock straight cash
A hustler making payments
The game of live or die is all that I ever played
Be hella hard
Now I am stacking my mail
The boy from the ghetto straight tipping the scales
Said I would never make it now look at me now
From state to state and town to town
They keep yelling out the name "MC Pooh-Man"
Look at your women she is screaming it too
Never faking the funk
Giving my fans what they want
If Ant say it slams
They he makes it bump
Fools try and hang play around and get hung
It's only '91 man I just began
So you get mad I understand
It's something cool from Eastside's Mellow Man
[Verse 2]
I used to be one of them
And girls got mad
Should of shot them cause now there talking bad
Girls like Miesha with her young girl games
It's '91 and I am fronting all names
Did not want to give you action until you hear my tape
Yelling that love crap, girl your fake
She gets naked for me
You play the role of a freak
Dogging there is a game that I can't be beat
Women on my tip for the name of the fame
I give them nothing but that Oaktown game
Some of ya are pregnant, and I gotta let them know
Pooh clams nothing gotta go gotta go
Call me a dogg
I thought but I'm on mine
Pockets full of 20's and strapped with a nine
So run up brothers and feel if that you can
But you will get hit by Eastside's Mellow Man
[Verse 3]
Now I am back on the streets
Plotting for richs
Brothers keep talking man but I ain't trippin
I talk bad about women
Only out for the vogues
I seen deader on Sam Pablo
Sluts like Alisha don't know where to turn
Pooh's like fire baby play and get burned
Ain't ??? that this game that I spit
One step wrong and I dismiss the trick
I remember the girls that moved way too fast
We get in the truck and she expects cash
The money is mine, so is the house
Drop my keys on the table baby get the hell out
I ain't trippin on women
Play them like pony's
Ride them one day then pass them to my homie
It goes like this 'cause it's straight from the land
(Pooh-Man)
Hop in a K-5 it's time to roll
My homies having a picnic with hella hoes
Stopped at the liquor store
And got the Hennessey, 20 sack and Antoine
Ya know they riding with me
Hit 84 'cause ya know you can't have the drink without the dank
Hit the BP and filled up my tank
Hit some hoes on my motherfucking mobile
Told the skinny little freaks I will be over
Picked up two one light one dark
Where the picnic at? Roberts Park
There like Pooh we know ya got the motherfucking dank
Damn right
And I'm gonna smoke it until my motherfucking breath stank
Fire it up like the that G I am
I hit it once and now I going to the land
I got my hands on the dark ones thighs
It's all good she ain't trippin foo
Let's ride
[Hook]
Ride glide slippied slide
Forget about your troubles from 9 to 5
Just ridddddde come on
Just ridddddde come on
(2x)
(Pooh-Man)
Got to the picnic and hoes was on notch
And every brother out there was strapped with a glock
But I ain't trippin 'cause I am always down
And that's just the way we ride in the East Oaktown
Now every brother selling like a fifth of something
And the beat fixer had the crowd jumping
I seen my partner Festa King on top
With the rolex shining way too bright
Seems that every girl in the house had rock
And the hard head did'nt start no funk
Who was that E-40 and the click
And go to Dub and my nigga Richie Rich
Dru Down and the motherfucking Luniztoons
Fat Jean came through with the 8-9 Crew
There goes Ted, Chris Hicks and Super Side
A party with the deuce player
Lets ride.
[Hook]
Ride glide slippied slide
Forget about your troubles from 9 to 5
Just ridddddde come on
Just ridddddde come on
(2x)
(Pooh-Man)
Every player in the house had top notch
G strings up the booty man it just don't stop
My homie Don came through from the deuce
And they all had on shirts that said FUCK THE DANGEROUS CREW!
Too Clean came through to say what's up
My homie Chumbly and the Mark from Walnut
P.O came through with Spud
My homie Pme came through with the motherfucking blood
After the party at the heal to the night
And make sure your hoes look tight
And don't bring an ugly bitch
And if ya player we clowning the hoe
Goddamn anthor fight done broke out
See that's what the hell I be talking about
But I ain't tripping homeboy we tried
Yo Antoine get the K-5
Let's ride
Ride glide slippied slide
Forget about your troubles from 9 to 5
Just ridddddde come on
Just ridddddde come on
Me and the fellas on the block with the dank and drank
Downing 40's, kicking back, and it just made us thank
About the hard times, and about all the players that died
And I just can't forget the look in my partner's mother's eyes
As she held him as he passed on
Because a brother was heartless, came through and got his blast on
Bullets from a Chevy riddled my little partner
16 years old and he caught 5 hot ones
Four to the body, one to his head
But your tears can't bring him back, moms, your son is dead
Nobody lays a brother like his mother
But what do you expect when you raise a child in the gutter?
And she swears he ain't never hurt nodoby
But he's laying all floppy with 5 bullets in his body, damn
And that ain't all good
But chalk it up as just another driveby in my hood
Just another driveby, another driveby
Just another driveby in my hood (Repeat 4x)
Woke up early, stretching and yawning
But there's a dark cloud over this Monday morning
Another funeral, another dead player
And a lotta fake busters, acting like they care
But I feel it in my heart
Cause when he died, he ripped the whole damn deuce apart
Now everybody's all mixed up
Before the love of money, we all gots to stand tough
And he thought he had a down bitch but she wasn't
Now that he's dead, she's sleeping with his cousin
But off to the funeral I go
My hearts hurting so cause I just can't let it go
And his son is too young to understand
That his dad is dead, no longer a living man
But for little Bruce it's all good
And it's just another driveby in my hood
Just another driveby, another driveby
Just another driveby in my hood (Repeat 4x)
Late night in the car in front of the house
Smoking dank and talking what players talk about
A close friend to me
He was cool to everybody, wouldn't think he had an enemy
A sad case of mistaken identity
Causes me to say R.I.P. to plan B
A.K.A. Jesse Hall
To Angie, Pam, and Mona, I love you all
R.I.P. to my nigga Art from the Groom
I see you later, if not soon
Because you know, a player never really knows
When the angel of death come knocking at his door
So swing low, chariot swing
But life must end, like all good things
To my son Lazarus, you probably would have been a killer
Rest in peace, daddy loves you little nigga
Toke and Pokey, little Ann, Take, and Earl
Rest in Peace, we love y'all and fuck the world
To my homie Fred Mo, we love you and it's all good
Just another driveby in my hood
Just another driveby, another driveby
[Pooh-Man]
[Spoken]
Yeah baby
It's about the nastiest little
Song you ever heard of
So your momma's and daddy's better close ears
Cause I am about to get explicit
[Verse 1:]
Relax bitch
And take off your fucking coat
Call me the bay
About to rock your fucking boat
You said sing a song
So I sang to you
11 long bitchs
Yeah bitch and I'm blaming it
Throw those big wet thighs on my shoulders
While I attack it like a motherfucking soldier
You said you love me
Scream a little louder bitch
I can't tell from the moans and groans and shit
I am straight sweating my dick is on pause
Slow down baby lets take it to and fro
I feel it coming can you handle the nut
This shit feels hella good awww fuck straight
[Course:]
Your dick feels so good
Feels so good to me
[Verse 2:]
I guess it's tongue time
Put you knees to the floor
Take your time baby
Your lips are kind of cold
I never thought she would suck me this right
You suck my dick like a rap on the mic
That's good honey so do it like that
You like the way it feels to suck a big mack?
You went down like you knew your righteous place
You little freak wipe that cum off your face
Don't swallow it to fast
Take time to savor it
Use your tongue and be a bitch and play with it
Do it real good make my knees weak
And tell it how it feels young freak
[Course:]
Your dick feels so good
Feels so good to me
[Verse 3:]
Take it out
Take the dick and steoke it
Put it in your mouth but don't choke bitch
Suck me fuck me lick me freak me
If not everyday we can do it weekly
And now I am tired so lets hit the tub
Yeah baby give me a backrub
It was cool it lasted kind of long
Yeah bitch it's the 1990 love song
[Course:]
Your dick feels so good
feels so good to me
[Outro:]
[spoken]
Take it off baby
Way too cool
Why don't you put it up in my face real quick darling
Can I have it
Have you ever felt a tounge like this sexy
Yeah but we got a thing called do me first
And I will do you so lets work this honey
Can I hear you
Ant man
Ain't a bitch in the world suck dick like this
I know your momma's and daddy's
Think I am way too explicit
But guess what your daughter like it
They smile in your face, when you fall
They turn and wanna take your place
They smile, they smile
Now Mhisani you done fucked up, punk
So I gots to unleash a trunk of this gangsta funk
See what you did was make a player mad
And now I got to tear a gap out your bitch ass
All in my face complimenting my shit
But you get behind my back and badmouth me like a bitch
See I wanna know what your problem is, brother
Talking that shit about the kid from the gutter
Swearing you a pimp, you wanna be Mack
But everybody who knows your ass knows it ain't shit like that
Punk-ass nigga, wannabe Goldie
Ain't nothing but a bitch is what my homeboys told me
Check the shit is ran, I left Dangerous on my own
So all that bad-mouthing me nigga, leave it alone
See accidents happen, to punk-ass laggers
Fuck you, stay off my dick, backstabber
They smile in your face
All in turn they wanna take your place
(You see I put my trust in you
But Dangerous Music didn't come through)
They smile in your face
All in turn they wanna take your place
(How's it gonna be, what you gonna do?
How you gonna come back to?)
Now here's a shot to you brothers who talk behind my back
You'd better get a strap and watch your fucking back
You ain't gonna live too long, you ran your mouth, nigga
So once again it's on
Here's my dick in your motherfucking mouth, chump
Fools tried to do me, now they gots some funk
For any fool who want to be a player
You'd better watch your ass, cause I slay ya before I pay ya
And I ain't taking a damn thing for granted
Glock 9 will take your motherfucking ass off the planet
You ran your mouth and threatened my life
So any nigga that you sin, he'd better come right
Cause life's a motherfucking bitch
And nine times out of ten I'm a nigga with a full clip
And I ain't tripping on gatting ya
So step the fuck back, you backstabber
They smile in your face
All in turn they wanna take your place
(Will somebody please take these
Knives out of my back?)
They smile in your face
All in turn they wanna take your place
(What's you gonna do with me?) (Repeat 2x)
Now I gots to rip another brother apart
And it ain't because I hate you Banks, you hurting my heart
You forgot who gave your ass its juice
Scared to say his name nigga, it was Bruce
Yeah, you know your punk ass ain't right
Motherfucker ain't never been to my nigga's gravesite
You know your ass gives Travis love
But seven duece is where you got your motherfucking blood
See "Fucking With Dank" put your ass at the top
But it seems like now that your ass forgot
Nigga you gon' learn your lesson quick
Seems your head got swoll as a son of a bitch
My nigga John got a message for you nigga
Never cross game, fool, never cross a killer
See you're lucky we don't tax ya
But you can live with the memory, you backstabber
They smile in your face
All in turn they wanna take your place
(I put my trust in you
But you didn't come through)
They smile in your face
All in turn they wanna take your place
