Poppin' Them Thangs

[Hook x2]

[50 Cent]

Every hood we go through

All the gangstas around know my whole crew (nigga what)

We hold it down like we supposed to

Nigga 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 Stout

Cut the grass around my clique so I could see these sneaks

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

I preach a sermon about the paper like I'm creflo dollar

I'll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar

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

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 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 man

If I ain't gotta pistol on me, sure I got a knife man

Get outta line and I'm lightin' your ass up.

Semi-automatic spray, I'll tighten your ass up (what)

[Hook x2]

[Lloyd Banks]

Slow down little nigga

Don't exceed your speed

'Cause I will put G's on they fitted like the Negro league

I got connects so I don't need no weed

I've been in LA 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

In a minute I'ma have the jeweler makin' my rims spin

My crew run wild at the Jamaica's at Kingston

Nothin' but bling bling in you face boy

That's why my neck shine like one of them shirts Puffy and Mase wore

I done find a nympho as soon as I pop a bra

She had my balls head first just like a soccer star

You can only stand next to the man if you proper

you'll take care of birds like a animal doctor

Been out and I'm buzzin' niggas just slept on me

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

[Hook x2]

[Young Buc]

Read the paper, look at the news

We one the front page

Yeah we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage

The ice and the Jacob watch 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 this shit funny

I know you see me comin'

'Cause on the front of the Maybach

It say payback for those who hated on me

I hate when niggas claim they bangin' a gang

You ain't no crip like snoop

You ain't no blood like game

See I've been having beef

I have my own bullet proof 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 tryin' to be heroes

You know how we roll

Every where that we go

It's fo' fos', calicos, and desert eagles (yeah)

• Artist:G-Unit
• Album:Beg For Mercy (2003)