Lakeview Terrace movie - We Pop lyrics
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[Hook: woman]<br>
We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall<br>
We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall<br>
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[RZA]<br>
Double barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son<br>
I told nigga, just not run<br>
I saw him on 205th in Fordham<br>
This dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him (Wu!)<br>
I blown ya, you need a blood donor<br>
My bitch ghetto, like Florida and Laronia (girl)<br>
Laundry mat hoes, who want clothes?<br>
I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)<br>
I got hoes, in codes, in different areas<br>
Four ton whips that's sittin' on interiors<br>
The bass shake in the club like it's earthquakin'<br>
I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman)<br>
Play the basement like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson<br>
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy Bason<br>
Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin'<br>
Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your total malfunction?<br>
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[Chorus: ShaCronz & ODB (Freemurda)]<br>
We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we fall (yeah)<br>
My glock (my glock), my four (my four)<br>
throw shots through your bedroom door (bedroom door)<br>
From the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers (New York)<br>
We pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get money til the way we fall<br>
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[ShaCronz]<br>
Come on, let's cut the crap, money<br>
I've been gettin' this rap money<br>
Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that Shaq money<br>
That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack' money<br>
Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's money<br>
Act funny, ya'll make me laugh (haha)<br>
Frontin' like you tough, you softer than a baby's ass<br>
These lazy ass labels -- fuck you! Pay me cash<br>
My crazy path promoted me into a Mercedes class<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
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[Freemurda]<br>
Yeah.., all ya'll can see is the back of my jersey<br>
Blowin' in the wind, goin' back to Jersey<br>
Off to Brooklyn, left you back in Jersey<br>
I was doin' a buck 90 like a throwback jersey<br>
Shame on a Nigga, take it back to Dirty<br>
Run, game on a nigga, I'll be back in thirty<br>
Seconds, got the world's greatest record<br>
And that money I'mma spend it like your greatest record<br>
This Division, all the ladies respect it<br>
Disrespect it and the eighty'll check it<br>
It ain't hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the steel<br>
Niggas that I clap, lookin' for me still<br>
Til they look like they came out of George Foreman grill<br>
Thoughts are stolen on Free, must be on them crills<br>
Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty mill'<br>
Thoughts are rollin' on E., must be on those pills<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
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[Hook 2X]<br>
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