Waptrick G Unit - Popping Them Thangs Song 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 creflo 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 jeweler 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 neck 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 game

    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]

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