Ca$his - Pistol Poppin' lyrics

(feat. Eminem) [guns co*king then one gunshot] [Eminem:] Haha [Ca$his:] Ca$his, Ca$his [Eminem:] Yeah! [Ca$his:] King Mathers [Eminem:] C'MON! [Ca$his:] Pistol poppin, come get me n***a! [echoes] [Chorus: Ca$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 f**in brain out [Ca$his:] Walk through the door with my hands on a gun Cause n***az 'round here wanna ask where I'm from I throw up my signs, step back and pop one 'fore you throw up your sign if you even got one I used to bust n***az heads open for fun Chase him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run I could flip packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at? Slung crack, real cat, you ain't never did that Go hard, no peace, I gotta keep, chrome heat I don't sleep, homie I'm watched by the police Cops out patrolling, grab a glock-40 Sniper at the squad car, story noting f** it if you want beef, click-clack, wack rap Tossed straps before, I'm out of here, homie Militant in a sense, I don't really give a sh** Call up, Eminem, I gotta plead innocent [Chorus] [Ca$his:] Sixteenth in my sneakers, I ain't listen to my teachers I'm the most hated n***a 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***a 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-a** gangsta, what a waste of my scenery [Chorus x2] [Eminem:] Maybe I just feel like there's too many pussies 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 b**h 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-a** 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**h! 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 [Chorus x2]