Bring It 2 'em Lyrics - Singles - Pooh-man

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 

Them mark-ass niggas don't want trouble (Repeat til fade)