Pooh-Man - Bring It 2 'Em lyrics

Well I'm a fire this sh** up like dank And let the whole town know what's up with me and Ant Banks Another n***a 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 f** with my crew f** you n***a, 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 sh**, so they bought my tape instead Bootsy-a** busta, motherf**er So what's up with the kid from the gutter f** around and make Dangerous a sacred place Producing them fake-a** tapes And you wanna call me deadweight? f** 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 a** at Denny's And have them Mac-10 shells dropping good and plenty Now you can keep your punk a** sh** But how did you go out? You went out like a b**h Now I'm gonna smoke your a** like buddha And all you motherf**ers, I'm a bring it to ya Fake a**, busta-a** n***a, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off Now the sh**'s like a war Them mark-a** n***as don't want trouble (Repeat 2x) Goddamn, it's the second verse And it seems that sh** done got worse Now I gotta get bad on a trick Not you Banks, but that other b**h Now you should stop and listen While I'm bouts to go on a motherf**ing mission Yeah punk, I heard your tape And as far as I'm concerned, the sh** was fake Damn you's a borderline b**h As far as getting p**y, fool, you getting dick Now tell me how that sound Sounds like another n***a from Dangerous getting beat down Now you wanna f** with me, right? Toe to toe in the alley in the middle of the night And watch me mop that a** And have 'em draw a chalk line around your b**h a** 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, n***a, cause I'm a bring it to ya Fake a**, busta-a** n***a, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off Now the sh**'s like a war Them mark-a** n***as don't want trouble (Repeat 2x) n***as say "Pooh-Man, why you clowning?" Cause I'm tired of my motherf**ing surroundings Fools tried to tame but they can't See I'm from the gutter, and straight f**ing with dank So I got tried of n***as picking my cash So I got smart, and I left they punk a** See all of that's real, I got my fill And all my motherf**ing dollar bills So f** everything they say And the shiesty games those punk motherf**ers play Fat mad at me cause I got a hit Stop running your mouth, you sorry son of a b**h And I might wanna use your mom for a Late Night f** But I'm only out to get my dick s**ed So f** what you're stressing When I left the Dangerous Crew, it was a blessing And oh brother wait, who the f** is Banks? Nobody knew ya til "f**ing With Dank" So for all you n***as, screw ya f** you motherf**ers, cause I'm a bring it to ya Fake a**, busta-a** n***a, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off Now the sh**'s like a war Them mark-a** n***as don't want trouble (Repeat til fade)