(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 player oakland mack   It's all about never leaving home unstrapped   I tell these tales and tell them well   Get in the game punk   And watch your trick ass fail   Can't stand the heat of the eastside streets   One pull of a trigger knocks you off your feet   The fast lane the dope game so much pain   Clocking cash like a champ   Won't a damn thang change   I come from O-O-O still down with the dudes   But I still got love for my 6 9 roots   Little girl black rammy on   The story goes on but real players know   It's the town of the dank point   of fat 20 sacks   the town where the motherfuckers made the mack   'cause it's the Eastside   'cause only real gutter motherfuckers understand me   Standing on the block   Riding the strip   Never been loose without my glock and two clips   'cause I am yelling out the windows   Riding the hoes   Summer time and I am gonna bring back the gold and vogues   It ain't the dope fiend beat my name is Pooh-Man bitch   Get mad all you want but you can't do shit   To the real players put your hand in the air   They can't fuck with gutter players      (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)   Eight o'clock on the block   With four five glock   Got's to be saved 'cause this fiends won't what I got   They spend ten, 50-50 two or one   You want my pot then fool come and get some   The life of a hustler, living like a G   Look up player in the dictionary   And you will find me   80 G's a day puts a brother on relax   Have more hoes then Frank Ward   So call me the fat cat   And don't mind putting the fool in dirt   Run up to me and my family and watch me put in work   Big Ken plays muscle Kitty Wing plays keys   Yelling rest in peace to a click that want some beef   Where ya from   Does the baron know where ya heading   Run up on my family and watch your ass regret it   I am calling 187 shots   Having fools dropped   Used to be your spot but now it's my spot   Taking' what's' yours is the best way to get ahead   I ain't with that color shit but I'll paint your ass red   To put it bluntly I am a cold hearted brother   Top of Ol' G's how to survive in the gutter      (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)   The moves I mack the chances I take   No time for mistakes because these brothers be snakes   A fool a snitch on your ass fast   Scared as hell trying to save his own ass   And I ain't got time to trust nobody   Stab while where I rest my head, it ain't that type of party   You see I can always say I ain't stupid   But when the feds are at my door I gots to prove it   Search warrants about 15 deep   Swearing up and down that they are going to find some keys   All though my closet   Searching through my kitchen   What cha looking for old man some fucking chicken   Trying to find some drug pearfunalim   Your out of luck law man, what I tell ya   And they be pissed when they don't find nothing   But they be happy as hell when they do find something   But I ain't giving them bastards nothing to gloat about   You did'nt find shit, so get the FUCK OUT!   So hear is a message to the A.T.F.D.A. and F.B.I.   Eat shit and die   From the gutter      (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