"Poppin' Them Thangs" lyrics

"Poppin' Them Thangs"

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

After the VMAs my baby momma cussed my ass out
I kicked her ass, we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stoute
Cut the grass around my clique so I could see these snakes
You see 'em back in the hood, it's 'cause I see they're fake
I preach a sermon 'bout the paper like I'm Creflo Dollar
I pop you punk niggas like I pop my collar
I'm confused, I like Megan, Monica and Mýa
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 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 spray I tighten yo' ass up - what?

Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew (Nigga what?)
We hold it down like we supposed to (Haha)
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 supposed to (Haha)
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' them thangs

[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent):]
Slow down little nigga, don't exceed your speed
'Cause I will put Gs 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: clappin' the crew
Hell yeah I fuck fans, guess what, your favorite rapper does too (Yeah!)
In a minute I'ma have the jeweler makin' my rims spin
My crew run wild like the Jamaicans in Kingston
Nothing but bling bling in your face boy; that's why my neck
Shine like one of the shirts that Puffy and Mase wore
I done found a nympho as soon as I pop her bra
She had my balls, head first like a soccer star
You can only stand next to the man if you proper
I take care of birds like an animal doctor
I been out and buzzin', niggas just slept on me
So I'm out for revenge like one of Bin Laden cousins, yeah!

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

[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 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 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 niggas claim they bangin' a gang
You ain't a Crip like Snoop, you ain't a 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' niggas bullet holes
Innocent bystanders get hit tryna be heroes
You know how we roll, everywhere that we go
It's Fo-Fo's, Calicos, and Desert Eagles, yeah!

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


Thanks to totaleclipse22785 for adding these lyrics.
Thanks to Maxi Perasso, kane2142002, killastreats for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Curtis James Jackson, Scott Spencer Storch, Michael A. Elizondo Jr., Andre Romell Young, David Darnell Brown, Christopher Charles Lloyd
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