Ca$his - Pistol Poppin' lyrics

rate me

Pistol poppin, bodies droppin, layin all around

You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin out

The police find that, what's that sound?

While you layin on the ground with your fuckin brain out

Walk through the door with my hands on a gun

Cause niggaz 'round here wanna ask where I'm from

I throw up my signs, step back and pop one

'fore you throw up your sign if you even got one

I used to bust niggaz heads open for fun

Chase him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run

I could flip packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at?

Slung crack, real cat, you ain't never did that

Go hard, no peace, I gotta keep, chrome heat

I don't sleep, homie I'm watched by the police

Cops out patrolling, grab a glock-40

Sniper at the squad car, story noting

Fuck it if you want beef, click-clack, wack rap

Tossed straps before, I'm out of here, homie

Militant in a sense, I don't really give a shit

Call up, Eminem, I gotta plead innocent

Sixteenth in my sneakers, I ain't listen to my teachers

I'm the most hated nigga alive, since Jesus

Maybe in the afterlife they'll reveal my Christ-like abilities

Come back, then ride on my enemies

Never been afraid of beef, metals of my bravery

War situations got you sayin he, crazy G

And emerge with the beat, I can serve anything

Especially anybody tryin to diss my team – Shady

So if you say them punk nigga you say me

I be in L.A. G, get at me when you see me

Catch you in O.C., and in the bag you'll be leaving

I ain't worried 'bout my freedom cause for me to get even

is worth e'rything, it's on B.B.G.N.

I son'd you folk, I'm lookin at your pinkie

You a fake-ass gangsta, what a waste of my scenery

Maybe I just feel like there's too many pussies in rap

Shady (Ca$his) we gotta push 'em to the back

Move 'em along, push 'em aside, don't get me wrong

I love the finger snaps and the claps into the song

It's got a catch but come on man, the raps

We all gotta step our game up; especially these lame fucks

who walk around with their chest out

just tryin to be down with anybody who's left now

Better be down with them, huh

But I dare some bitch to say somethin about, Eminem

Cause I'm not in the mood to be playin around with dudes

I already seen two friends get shot in the head

and lay on the ground this year and, one didn't make it

Proof, you are the truth

Please don't let us come face to face with these boo-boo-hoo

Fake-ass tattooed havin

Fif' please tell 'em right now how hard it has been

for me to try and, stay out it

But they just won't quit runnin their mouth

at least 'til there's a gun in it; son of a bitch!

We all got shooters, yeah these days who doesn't?

And as far as the snaps and claps, I wasn't

dissin the South, that isn't what this is about

I just so sick of the beef, I don't even wanna see anymore