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
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
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 [x2] Niggas say "Pooh-Man,
[Intro] [Pooh-Man] Prep man hand me the motherfucking weed man [Prep] You don't want none of this bong [coughing and toking] [Pooh-Man] This is for
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
[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
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
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
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
(feat. Robin Smith) [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
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
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
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
[Instrumental]
[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
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
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
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
