TONY YAYO - Poppin Them Thangs lyrics

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Intro/Chorus: 50 Cent]

Every hood we go through

All the gangsters around know my whole crew (nigga WHAT?!)

We hold it down like we 'sposed to

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 'sposed to (ha ha)

Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs

[Verse One: 50 Cent]

After the VMA's my baby momma cussed my ass out

I kicked her ass, we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stoute

Cut the grass around my crib so I could see these snakes

You see 'em back in the hood, it's cause I see they're fake

A preacher's son about the paper like I'm Creflo Dollar

I pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar

I'm confused, I like Megan, Monica and Mya

Missy's freaky and Brandy's shot up

Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up

I'm on now, God damnit, I done came up (what?)

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 the way I tighten yo' ass up - what?

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]

Slow down punk nigga, don't exceed your speed

Cause I will put G's 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 clap in a crew

Hell yeah I fuck fans, guess what, your favorite rapper does too

(YEA!) In a minute I'ma have the jeweler makin my rims spin

My crew run wild like the Jamaicans in Kingston

Nuttin but bling bling in your face boy; that's why my neck shine

like one of the shirts that Puffy and Mase wore (AHH)

I done found a nympho as soon as I pop a broad

She had my balls, head first like a soccer star

You can only stand next to the man if you proper

That take care of birds like an animal doctor

I been out and buzzin, niggaz just slept on me

So I'm out for revenge like one of Bin Laden cousins

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: 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 fo'-fifth with no safety button

G-Unit get that 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 niggaz claim they bangin or gang

You ain't a Crip like Snoop, you ain't no 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 niggaz bulletholes

Innocent bystanders get hit tryin to be heroes

You know how we roll, everywhere that we go

It's fo-fo's, calicos, and desert eagles

[Chorus]