50 Cent: Poppin' Them Thangs

Hook X2][50 Cent]Every hood we go throughAll the gangstas around know my whole crew (Nigga what)We hold it down like we supposed toNigga 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 StoutCut the grass around my clique so I could see these sneaksYou see back in the hood its cuz I see they fakeI preach a sermon about the paper like Im creflo dollarIll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collarIm confused; I like Megan, Monica, and Mya.Missys freaky and Brandys shy, uhNow take a look at how my lifestyle changed up.Im 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 manIf I aint gotta pistol on me, sure I gotta knife manGet outta line and Im lightin your ass up.Semi-automatic spray, Ill tighten your ass up (What)[Hooks X2][Lloyd Banks]Slow down little niggaDont exceed your speedCuz I will put g's on they fitted like the Negro leagueI got connects so I dont need no weedIve been in LA for a year nowSo I dont see no seedsAfter Im done you clappin the crewHell yeah, I fuck fansGuess what your favorite rapper does tooIn a minute Ima have the jeweler makin my rims spinMy crew run wild at the Jamaicas at KingstonNothin but bling bling in ya face boyThats why my neck shine like one of them shirts Puffy and Mase woreI done find a nympho as soon as I pop a braShe had my balls head first just like a soccer starYou can only stand next to the man if you properYa'll take care of birds like a animal doctorBeen out and Im buzzin niggas just slept on meSo Im out for revenge like one of bin laden's cousins[Young Buc]Read the paper, look at the newsWe one the front pageYeah we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stageThe ice and the Jacob watch make a broke nigga take somethinSo I gotta keep the four fifth with no safety buttonG-Unit getting moneyI know some artists is starvinBut play the game like they rich to me this shit funnyI know you see me cominCuz on the front of the MaybachIt say payback for those who hated on meI hate when niggas claim they bangin a gangYou ain't no crip like snoopYou ain't no blood like gameSee Ive been having beefI have my own bullet proof vestMost of my enemies dead I got about two leftUntil my last breath Im sendin niggas bullet holesInnocent bystanders get hit tryin to be heroesYou know how we rollEvery where that we goIts fo fos, calicos, and desert eagles (yeah)[Hook X2]