Gutter-Pooh-Man/Robin Smith

Gutter (Feat. Robin Smith) - Pooh-Man (Intro) *kicking down a door* (Pooh-Man) B**ch where the motherf**kin son at? (Too $hort's B**ch) He not here ahhh it hurts! (Pooh-Man) Old Skool get this b**ch eh! where $hort at? (Too $hort's B**ch) Pooh he's not here I don't know (Pooh-Man) Give that ni**a a message b**ch! *Gunshot* Ain't No Love $hort We be takin sh*t in '94 In the deuce we ain't bullshittin I want it all I want your jewelry, your motherf**kin car I want your whole safe ni**a Yeah take off the motherf**kin Nikes What are they Fila Take the motherf**kers off mark (Verse 1: Pooh-Man) Grab my coat and my motherf**kin glock Now I'm headed out the door to the motherf**kin 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 ni**a's are shistey as f**k! Going to drop off some yeh and your a** jacked the f**k up By some ni**a's that you know baby 'cause most ni**a's on your block straight be shady Out to get a grip no matter what it takes Make a mistake and find your a** dead in a f**kin lake With bullet holes in your body Because you ran into the neighbor hood John Gotte Faulty as hell a** brother Yeah just anther damn day in the gutter (Pooh-Man) You ni**a's got something I want I'm taken it I give a f**k where your from mark That's right ni**a Motherf**kers like us be takin sh*t in '94 7 deuce in the motherf**kin house beyatch What the deuce look like ni**a Any ni**a I tell is a fake a** studio gangsta Leave the punk a** sh*t behind ya boy Come to the deuce and find out what it's all about punk (Verse 2: Pooh-Man) Anther jack move anther ni**a 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 motherf**king 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 motherf**kin 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 motherf**ka Yeah you punk a** ni**a Don't get into the game if you can't stand the heat killa 'cause real players know That there's always a ni**a who will jack you for your cash-flo And you just met the brother And he's straight from the motherf**kin gutter <Spoken> (Pooh-Man) Yeah you ni**a want some motherf**king funk The bottom line is this you can meet the T *gun cocks* And after that it's all the f**k over with What that deuce look like ni**a (what it look like) Yeah we be puttin ni**a's on there mothaf**kin backsides (Verse 3: Pooh-Man) Back in Cali at my mama's And already got involved in some motherf**kin 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 motherf**kin a** As we was talkin we spotted the brothers Cut off the lights *Gunshots* Just anther day in the gutter