G-Unit Popin' Them Thangs Lyrics

[Intro/Chorus: 50 Cent]
Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew (n____ WHAT?!)
We hold it down like we 'sposed to
n____ 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 (n____ WHAT?!)
We hold it down like we 'sposed to (ha ha)
n____ you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs

[Verse One: 50 Cent]
After the VMA's my baby momma cussed my a__ out
I kicked her a__, 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 n____z 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 d___it, 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' a__ up
Semi-automatic's the way I tighten yo' a__ up - what?

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]
Slow down punk n____, 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 f___ 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 b____, 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, n____z 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 n____ take somethin
So I gotta keep the fo'-fifth with no safety b___on
G-Unit get that money, I know some artists is starvin
but play the game like they rich, to me the s___ 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 n____z 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 n____z 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]