G-Unit - Poppin them thangs

Tekst :

[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 cuz I see they fake
I preach a sermon about the paper like I’m cut flow a 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 gotta knife man
Get outta line and I’m lightin’ your ass up.
Semi-automatic spray, I’ll tighten your ass up (What)

[Hooks X2]

[Lloyd Banks]
Slow down little nigga
Don’t exceed your speed
Cuz 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 Jew to makin’ my rims spin
My crew run wild at the Jamaica’s at Kingston
Nothin’ but bling bling in ya face boy
That’s why my knicks 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
Ya 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

[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’
Cuz 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 gang
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)

[Hook X2]

Inne utwory

  • My buddy
  • Stunt 101
  • Money makes the world go round
  • Smile
  • I smell pussy
  • After my chedda
  • Lay you down
  • Beg for mercy
  • Angels around me
  • Ready or not
  • Eye for eye
  • P.I.M.P (remix)
  • Like a dog
  • I fucked your girl
  • Ching ching ching
  • Bottom girl
  • Losowe utwory

    Lies

    chorus
    Lies, lies, using lies as alibis
    Lie s, lies, just a devil in disguise

    It s the same game
    Played in so many ways
    Everyone is the victim too
    It s just a waste of time
    Made for simple minds
    So why do people insist on lies

    You cannot reach me

    I said I love you so many times
    You cannot reach me
    I stayed in your house so many times
    You cannot reach me
    You gave me money, you bought me a car
    You cannot reach me
    You said that you will divorce your wife
    You cannot reach me

    La quiero [englisch]

    I love her, I love her
    I love that woman
    She didn t love me anymore
    And I can see it all
    I love her, I love her
    I love that woman
    She didn t love me anymore
    And I can see it...

    Volumes

    Borrowed grapes from stores of gold
    Put plastic back where metal s sold
    Men in quarries connect their bomb
    One two three a new Saigon
    Check the bottle is it full?
    Have you found which pin to pull?
    Boys in shirts get dirty hands
    Smoke kills seagulls on the sands

    They have pages, they take ages
    To read and...

    Make u wanna holla

    [Benzino]:
    Now we gon burn this right here
    Ay yo dim the lights down
    yeah yeah
    we gon let the track talk to em


    Fly cars pretty hos rocks on my arm shit
    you d think I had the world in my...