Esham - Pop Pop lyrics

[Chorus 4x] Pop, pop Piggity Pop, pop, pop, pop [Mastamind] Can you hear my battle cry Can you look me in the eye Did you feel the heat When I let these caps crackle in the sky Don't get caught in the blood shower Don't die as no coward The night is mine Cause I was born in the midnight hour Never shoulder let my hate For this world develop, see Now I gives less than a f** It's time to raise the hell of guns Blast piggity (pop, pop, pop) Crash the day It's the season of the head hunter Chop! Chop! Head check Hypochondriac insomniac I'm reaching in my nutsack n***a f** that bust at me I bust back Once I get out this coma Come up out this meditation I'ma start chasing n***as down with retaliation N to the A-T-A-S Back up in this b**h, hell yes What you hearing ain't no f**ing test Just so say farewell to the flesh, I just Body counting 'em down two into one Cause murders fun My shotgun said freeze 'em till he's numb [Chorus 4x] [T-N-T] Pop, pop, piggity, pop, pop I don't give a f** if you's a motherf**ing cop What's up now n***a Finger on the trigger Boom, boom, gravedigger Body bag zipper You ain't sh** b**h you gonna die Made my mama cry You murdered my brother, why? Seen's ya in the squad car Pop that b**h up Bullets went through yo chest Now doctors can't stitch you up I'm coming to the hospital Critical condition I know you on life support So now I'm on a mission Grab the ski mask and the foe foe mag n***a I won't rest until you pissing in a bag You k**ed my brother And now I'm gonna k** you He won't rest in peace until these slugs fill you Room 2-12 I'm sending yo a** to hell Pop demons in head And watch his body turn pale [Chorus 4x] [Esham] Pop the pill, co*k the steel I got the sk** to k** I'm from Detroit like Grant Hill You all alone n***a Tonight it's on n***a I got the chrome And I'm busting to your dome, n***a Pop, pop, pop, n***a pop so you Drop, drop, drop, n***a drop got that Blood clot, hole in yo head Chatty a** n***a I'll be glad when you dead, once I Get to squeezing And my reasons a revolver My problem solver So tell your mama sayonara Wada, da dang Wad, da, da, da, dang, hey Listen to my Glock go pop, pop, and I like that The way your blood be spilling up Gushing up on the concrete so fast Never let me see you slipping Cause I'm down to blast in your a** And I got that Glock co*ked With my finger on the trigger right now And I know my homie woulda done the same for me So now I must pow (Chorus x4)