50-50 chance, 50-50 chance...
When I got a nine it's a 50-50 chance...

Straight youngsta
Tryin' to survive in the streets of my town
But everyday another brotha gets bucked down
So I keep a gat to watch my back
You lack, you loose your life, fool, and it's like that

They smile in your face, when you fall
They turn and wanna take your place
They smile, they smile

Now Mhisani you done fucked up, punk
So I gots to unleash a trunk of this gangsta funk
See what you did was make a player mad
And now I got to tear a gap out your bitch ass

We're here today interviewin' one of America's
controversial artist, MC Pooh...
MC Pooh, your listeners would like to know
why you use so much profanity in your songs?

[Pooh-Man]
Rated X, I wouldn't give a fuck about it
Explicit lyrics, bitch
I can't do or die, yeah

(Ant) Hey yo Pooh-man get your lyrics together for this next song man
(Pooh) Ant man I gotta fire up this dank first
I ain't fuckin with nothing till I hit the dank
(Ant) Man you stupid motherfucker
(Pooh)Hey kid man, bring me the lighter man, fuck that
Fuck what he talkin ab

Something kinda smooth, on the mellow tip
Seeking deeper and deeper, you just might slip
Into a trance, mind going slow
Didn't wanna curse so they'll pump it on the radio
Called up Banks on the GTE mobil
Well it's about 9:00, yo Ant I'll be over
Searching through some rec

Woke up in the morning, threw on my black suit
Time to pay respects to a player from my crew
He got caught up and paid with his life
Slipping on the block on the late night
Now everybody's at his funeral with tears in their eyes
Wonder why my homie had to die
Just another

(Pooh-Man)
Let's do this ya'll

(Robin Smith)
This is how we live each day
Growing up the gangster way
This is how we live in the gutter
This is how we live each day
Growing up the gangster way
This is how we live in the gutter

(Pooh-Man)
Straight playe

(Pooh-Man)
Let's do this ya'll

(Robin Smith)
This is how we live each day
Growing up the gangster way
This is how we live in the gutter
This is how we live each day
Growing up the gangster way
This is how we live in the gutter

(Pooh-Man)
Straight playe

[Jet]
It's Judgement Day and like you mothafuckas can't stop me
Fuck being dropped, nigga, you gotta Glock me
I'm judging these fucking cowards, bitch
Only 18 and feeling that first power shit
Mad Family got a nigga on strong status
These outlanders can't fuck with factor

Me and the fellas on the block with the dank and drank
Downing 40's, kicking back, and it just made us thank
About the hard times, and about all the players that died
And I just can't forget the look in my partner's mother's eyes
As she held him as he passed on
Because a brot

(Pooh-Man)
Yeah lets make this kind of mellow
Ant slow it up for me
We going to do this kind of cool

[Verse 1]
Always on a mellow man
Kicking rhymes that last
Grab the microphone and I clock straight cash
A hustler making payments
The game of live or die is

[Pooh-Man]
Gettin straight to the motherfuckin point
The bitchs the hoes the money and the dank joints
A young player but nothing with heart
He wouldn't think twice about tearing your ass apart
I'm from the gutter motherfucker
So I hang around with gutter brothers
Fuc

Player haters
Player haters
We can't the player haters
Yeah man lets kick the funky gangster shit
Give enough respect

[Verse 1]
(Pooh-Man)

Mike a.k.a cash money
Man I tell ya this nigga is funny
Always bragging to the girls about what he had
Sucker alw

[Pooh-Man]
Ant Banks!I met this girl (What?) This little light-skinned
girl from 90th and Bancroft, little sexy, light-skinned freaky
little broad, man

[Ant Banks]
I got a ho on 91st, man, what? What's up with that?

[P] Man her name Racia?
[A] Huh, that's my bitch

A lot of my Eastside partners are dyin' fast
And it ain't for natural causes, fool, they catchin' a blast
Tim, Yogi, Bruce and James
pick up the newspaper, fool, and it's all familiar names
Brothas i grew up with and do up with
Partners killin' partners, man, that's the cold

(Pooh-Man)

Yeah me and the boy JT Tha Bigga Figga
Straight from west block San Quinn prison
serving five year sentence on a robbery case
This is to everybody I love
Everybody I am going to miss

[Verse 1]
(Pooh-Man)

September fifth
9 a.m.
Courtroom Te

"Life.. it's all about sex money and murder.
To all those motherfuckers out there who can't deal with it;
you just a punk ass bitch!"

[MC Pooh]
Sex money and murder -- elements of the streets
You either play the role or get your god damn ass beat
See I can get the pussy

"I've seen you on the street" "Where you from?" "From Oakland"
"Nah, you're not from Oakland, I know Oakland"

Let's take a ride with the boy from the Eastside
Where nothing's a crime no roots to a bye-bye
Tired of motherfuckers spitting nothing but drama rhymes
Flapping his