[Verse 1]
Hit the block, twenty brothers with Automatics
AMW and storing high power statics
It's time to let them know
There's only one gangsta from the East Oak
Creep on some fools that snaked me
There was five, and I only left three
I know you say, "Pooh you let them get away"
But no charges at the corner, sniping off straights
Creep to the back of the house
I'm tired of the chopper so I pull the .44 out
Right there I did the open
I didn't hesitate, I started smokin' motherfuckers
I'm only on one clip
It's time to move fast man don't slip
Time to hide in a cut
Yeah, I'm a pro, at tearing motherfuckers up
They shot one of mine so I'm taking ten of thems
They shouldn't have fucked with a motherfucking Oakland Player
Fifteen lied dead on the street
Lame ass bitches, I'm causing casualties
Back to the goose hella quick
You best believe I'm a gangsta from anotha' hit
[Interlude]
AK, man, why don't you tell these muthafuckaz what's really goin' on? They can't fuck with the Pooh Man, you know what I'm sayin'? That's right, can't nobody fuck with us boy cause we a hundred and ninety nine percent real
Yeah, so peep game now patna. This is 1990 and I'm back so fuck em all, you know what I'm sayin'
[Verse 2]
It's a Saturday, time for crime
John's got the Mac-10, I've got the .9
Saw a brotha on gold ones lookin' smooth
I need some fifteens so it's time for a gang move
I looked at him, you could tell he was a sucka
Lack so he lost, the stupid muthafucka
I crept on him real slow
His music was loud so he didn't hear his fuckin do'
Stuck the gun to his head
Flinch, muthafucka, and yo ass is dead
Light turned green and he mashed it
With the heart of a gangsta, I blasted
To me, the funk was done (Why's that man)
Because he died over the gold ones
As for me, imma show no remorse
Killin' off punks is survival course
For 187 you need a witness and a murder weapon
Throw em both off a bridge and keep steppin'
On the next thing smokin'
Me and the boys from the Deuce Clan outta Oakland
Only gone for a month, now I'm back, bitch
Nothin' but a gangsta and ready for another hit
[Interlude]
Yeah, shout to my muthafuckin cemenary patnas Wayne, Deada, Troy, Bug, Black Rob, Ree Two, Young Tasha, NeeNee, the whole fuckin posse, you know what I'm sayin'? And MC Pooh in 1990 and it goes a lil somethin' like this baby, hit it, Ant Banks
[Verse 3]
At a party in Haywood with Mac sittin', chillin'
Mind on pussy, it ain't about killing
Seen a fine bitch dressed in lace
Yeah Bruce, I could imagine her pussy in my face
So I approached her with gangstarism
Hey Tender, how the fuck are ya doin'
I wasn't trippin', her man was right there
Huffin' and puffin' and threw his chest in the air
Try to be big, yo patna, step up
Turned to the fool with the devilish call
Nah, uh-oh, patna, it don't work
See you the typa pussy to die over skirts
Calm down, see patna, don't trip
She came with you but she's leaving with me, trick
Big killas in my back
Whispered in my ear 'Yo Pooh, the boy's strapped'
I was standin' there, all out of context
He's got a gun and I ain't wearing my vest
I said 'Cool patna, I was jokin''
Stepped to the left and watched Kam smoke him
Just anotha fuckin casualty
To ya punks out there tryna fuck with me
To the same brothas who used to talk shit
Heed the word or you'll wind up another hit
[Interlude]
Ant Banks, I'm out here, imma have to go fuck this nasty bitch from Brookfield, her name Michelle, man
It's cool, man, I just get Bruce to do this last verse. Ayo Bruce, you ready? Kick that shit man
Like Pooh Man said, ah wait hold up, I'm not no muthafuckin rapper. I'm a muthafuckin gangsta from the streets
[Outro]
This another fuckin hit