G-Unit - Poppin' Them Thangs Lyrics
I got a ***** for the stones, I'm heavy on the ice manIf I ain't got a pistol on me, sure I got a knife famGet out of line and I'm lightin yo' ass upSemi-automatic's the way I tighten yo' ass up - what?[Chorus][Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]Slow down punk nigga, don't exceed your speedCause I will put G's on your fitted like the Negro LeagueI got connects, I don't need no weedI been in L.A. for a year now, so I don't see no seedsAfter I'm done, you clap in a crewHell yeah I ***** fans, guess what, your favorite rapper does too(YEA!) In a minute I'ma have the jeweler makin my rims spinMy crew run wild like the Jamaicans in KingstonNuttin but bling bling in your face boy; that's why my neck shinelike one of the shirts that Puffy and Mase wore (AHH)I done found a nympho as soon as I pop a broadShe had my balls, head first like a soccer starA preacher's son about the paper like I'm Creflo DollarI pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collarI'm confused, I like Megan, Monica and MyaMissy's freaky and Brandy's shot upNow take a look at how my lifestyle changed upI'm on now, God damnit, I done came up (what?)Now you can find me with the finest hoesChoosin which whip to drive by what match my clothesYou can only stand next to the man if you properThat take care of birds like an animal doctorI been out and buzzin, niggaz just slept on meSo I'm out for revenge like one of Bin Laden cousins[Chorus][Verse Three: Young Buck]Read the paper, look at the news, we on the front pageYou see 'em back in the hood, it's cause I see they're fakeCut the grass around my crib so I could see these snakesI kicked her ass, we back friends like Puffy and Steve StouteAfter the VMA's my baby momma cussed my ass out[Verse One: 50 Cent]Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangsWe hold it down like we 'sposed to (ha ha)All the gangsters around know my whole crew (nigga WHAT?!)(YEAH!) Every hood we go throughNigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangsWe hold it down like we 'sposed toAll the gangsters around know my whole crew (nigga WHAT?!)Every hood we go through[Intro/Chorus: 50 Cent][Chorus]It's fo-fo's, calicos, and desert eaglesYou know how we roll, everywhere that we goInnocent bystanders get hit tryin to be heroesUntil my last breath, I'm sendin niggaz bulletholesMost of my enemies dead, I got about two leftSee I been havin beef, I got my own bulletproof vestYou ain't a Crip like Snoop, you ain't no Blood like GameI hate when niggaz claim they bangin or gangit say PAYBACK for those that hated on meI know you see me comin; cause on the front of the Maybachbut play the game like they rich, to me the shit funnyG-Unit get that money, I know some artists is starvinSo I gotta keep the fo'-fifth with no safety buttonThe ice in the Jacob watch'll make a broke nigga take somethinYeah we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage
