Cashis Pistol Poppin ( Featuring Eminem) Lyrics

guns c___ing then one gunshot]

[Eminem:] Haha
[Ca$his:] Ca$his, Ca$his
[Eminem:] Yeah!
[Ca$his:] King Mathers
[Eminem:] C'MON!
[Ca$his:] Pistol poppin, come get me n____! [echoes]

[Chorus: Ca$his]
Pistol poppin, bodies droppin, layin all around
You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin out
The police find that, what's that sound?
While you layin on the ground with your fuc*kin brain out

[Ca$his:]
Walk through the door with my hands on a gun
Cause n____z 'round here wanna ask where I'm from
I throw up my signs, step back and pop one
'fore you throw up your sign if you even got one
I used to bust n____z heads open for fun
Chase him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run
I could flip packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at?
Slung crack, real cat, you ain't never did that
Go hard, no peace, I gotta keep, chrome heat
I don't sleep, homie I'm watched by the police
Cops out patrolling, grab a glock-40
Sniper at the squad car, story noting
Fu*ck it if you want beef, click-clack, wack rap
Tossed straps before, I'm out of here, homie
Militant in a sense, I don't really give a s___
Call up, Eminem, I gotta plead innocent

[Chorus]
Pistol poppin, bodies droppin, layin all around
You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin out
The police find that, what's that sound?
While you layin on the ground with your fuc*kin brain out

[Ca$his:]
Sixteenth in my sneakers, I ain't listen to my teachers
I'm the most hated n____ alive, since Jesus
Maybe in the afterlife they'll reveal my Christ-like abilities
Come back, then ride on my enemies
Never been afraid of beef, metals of my bravery
War situations got you sayin he, crazy G
And emerge with the beat, I can serve anything
Especially anybody tryin to diss my team - Shady
[blam] G-Unit, Aftermath the same thing
So if you say them punk n____ you say me
I be in L.A. G, get at me when you see me
Catch you in O.C., and in the bag you'll be leaving
I ain't worried 'bout my freedom cause for me to get even
is worth e'rything, it's on B.B.G.N.
I son'd you folk, I'm lookin at your pinkie
You a fake-as*s gangsta, what a waste of my scenery

[Chorus x2]
Pistol poppin, bodies droppin, layin all around
You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin out
The police find that, what's that sound?
While you layin on the ground with your fuc*kin brain out

Pistol poppin, bodies droppin, layin all around
You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin out
The police find that, what's that sound?
While you layin on the ground with your fuc*kin brain out

[Eminem:]
Maybe I just feel like there's too many p____es in rap
Shady (Ca$his) we gotta push 'em to the back
Move 'em along, push 'em aside, don't get me wrong
I love the finger snaps and the claps into the song
It's got a catch but come on man, the raps
We all gotta step our game up; especially these lame f___s
who walk around with their chest out
just tryin to be down with anybody who's left now
Better be down with them, huh
But I dare some bit*ch to say somethin about, Eminem
Cause I'm not in the mood to be playin around with dudes
I already seen two friends get shot in the head
and lay on the ground this year and, one didn't make it
Proof, you are the truth
Please don't let us come face to face with these boo-boo-hoo
Fake-as*s tattooed havin
Fif' please tell 'em right now how hard it has been
for me to try and, stay out it
But they just won't quit runnin their mouth
at least 'til there's a gun in it; son of a b____!
We all got shooters, yeah these days who doesn't?
And as far as the snaps and claps, I wasn't
dissin the South, that isn't what this is about
I just so sick of the beef, I don't even wanna see anymore