Poppin` Them Thangs Lyrics

Poppin` Them Thangs lyrics

[Hook X2]
[50 Cent]
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around
know my whole crew (Nigga what)
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga
you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs

[50
Cent]
After the VMAs my baby momma cuss my ass out.
I kicked her ass we
back friends like Puffy and Steve Stout
Cut the grass around my clique so I
could see these sneaks
You see back in the hood it’s cuz I see they
fake
I preach a sermon about the paper like I’m cut flow a
dollar
I’ll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar
I’m
confused; I like Megan, Monica, and Mya.
Missy’s freaky and
Brandy’s shy, uh
Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed
up.
I’m on now, god damn it I done came up.
Now you could find me
with the finest hoes.
Choosin’ which whip to drive by what match my
clothes.
I got a fetish for the stones, heavy on the ice man
If I
ain’t gotta pistol on me, sure I gotta knife man
Get outta line and
I’m lightin’ your ass up.
Semi-automatic spray, I’ll
tighten your ass up (What)

[Hooks X2]

[Lloyd Banks]
Slow down
little nigga
Don’t exceed your speed
Cuz I will put g's on they
fitted like the Negro league
I got connects so I don’t need no
weed
I’ve been in LA for a year now
So I don’t see no
seeds
After I’m done you clappin’ the crew
Hell yeah, I fuck
fans
Guess what your favorite rapper does too
In a minute I’ma have
the Jew to makin’ my rims spin
My crew run wild at the Jamaica’s
at Kingston
Nothin’ but bling bling in ya face boy
That’s why
my knicks shine like one of them shirts Puffy and Mase wore
I done find a
nympho as soon as I pop a bra
She had my balls head first just like a soccer
star
You can only stand next to the man if you proper
Ya'll take care of
birds like a animal doctor
Been out and I’m buzzin’ niggas just
slept on me
So I’m out for revenge like one of bin laden's
cousins

[Young Buc]
Read the paper, look at the news
We one the
front page
Yeah we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage
The ice and the
Jacob watch make a broke nigga take somethin’
So I gotta keep the four
fifth with no safety button
G-Unit getting’ money
I know some
artists is starvin’
But play the game like they rich to me this shit
funny
I know you see me comin’
Cuz on the front of the
Maybach
It say payback for those who hated on me
I hate when niggas claim
they bangin’ a gang
You ain't no crip like snoop
You ain't no blood
like gang
See I’ve been having beef
I have my own bullet proof
vest
Most of my enemies dead I got about two left
Until my last breath
I’m sendin’ niggas bullet holes
Innocent bystanders get hit
tryin’ to be heroes
You know how we roll
Every where that we
go
It’s fo’ fos’, calicos, and desert eagles
(yeah)

[Hook X2]