Young Buck - Poppin' Them Thangs lyrics

[Hook: 50 Cent] Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we 'sposed to n***a you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs [Verse 1: 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 gra** around my clique so I could see these snakes You see 'em back in the hood, it's cause I see they're fake I preach a sermon ‘bout the paper like I'm Creflo Dollar I pop you punk n***as like I pop my collar I'm confused, I like Megan, Monica and Mya Missy's freaky and Brandy's shy Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up I'm on now, God damnit, I done came up 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 spray I tighten yo' a** up - what? [Hook] [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Slow down little n***a, 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: clappin the crew Hell yeah I f** fans, guess what, your favorite rapper does too In a minute I'mma have the j**eler 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 I done found a nympho as soon as I pop a bra She at my balls, head first like a soccer star You can only stand next to the man if you proper I take care of birds like an animal doctor I been out and buzzin, n***as just slept on me So I'm out for revenge like one of Bin Laden cousins [Hook] [Verse 3: 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***a take somethin So I gotta keep the fo'-fifth with no safety bu*ton G-Unit get that money, I know some artists is starvin But play the game like they rich, to me the sh** 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***as claim they bangin a 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***as 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 [Hook]