In The Gutter Lyrics - Singles - Pooh-man

[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* 

Just anther day in the gutter