Poppin them thangs Lyrics
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Poppin them thangs Lyricsby Tony Yayo Buy album CD: Other Songs A - Y [Intro/Chorus: 50 Cent] Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew (nigga WHAT?!) We hold it down like we 'sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs (YEAH!) Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew (nigga WHAT?!) We hold it down like we 'sposed to (ha ha) Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs [Verse One: 50 Cent] After the VMA's my baby momma cussed my ass out I kicked her ass, we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stoute Cut the grass around my crib so I could see these snakes You see 'em back in the hood, it's cause I see they're fake A preacher's son about the paper like I'm Creflo Dollar I pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar I'm confused, I like Megan, Monica and Mya Missy's freaky and Brandy's shot up Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up I'm on now, God damnit, I done came up (what?) Now you can find me with the finest hoes Choosin which whip to drive by what match my clothes I got a fetish for the stones, I'm heavy on the ice man If I ain't got a pistol on me, sure I got a knife fam Get out of line and I'm lightin yo' ass up Semi-automatic's the way I tighten yo' ass up - what? [Chorus] [Verse Two: Lloyd Banks] Slow down punk nigga, don't exceed your speed Cause I will put G's on your fitted like the Negro League I got connects, I don't need no weed I been in L.A. for a year now, so I don't see no seeds After I'm done, you clap in a crew Hell yeah I fuck fans, guess what, your favorite rapper does too (YEA!) In a minute I'ma have the jeweler makin my rims spin My crew run wild like the Jamaicans in Kingston Nuttin but bling bling in your face boy; that's why my neck shine like one of the shirts that Puffy and Mase wore (AHH) I done found a nympho as soon as I pop a broad She had my balls, head first like a soccer star You can only stand next to the man if you proper That take care of birds like an animal doctor I been out and buzzin, niggaz just slept on me So 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 page Yeah we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage The ice in the Jacob watch'll make a broke nigga take somethin So I gotta keep the fo'-fifth with no safety button G-Unit get that money, I know some artists is starvin but play the game like they rich, to me the shit funny I know you see me comin; cause on the front of the Maybach it say PAYBACK for those that hated on me I hate when niggaz claim they bangin or gang You ain't a Crip like Snoop, you ain't no Blood like Game See I been havin beef, I got my own bulletproof vest Most of my enemies dead, I got about two left Until my last breath, I'm sendin niggaz bulletholes Innocent bystanders get hit tryin to be heroes You know how we roll, everywhere that we go It's fo-fo's, calicos, and desert eagles [Chorus]
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