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Pistol poppin come get me nigga

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

Walk through the door

With my hands on a gun

Cause niggaz '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 niggaz

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 shit

Call up Eminem I gotta plead innocent

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

Sixteenth in my sneakers

I ain't listen to my teachers

I'm the most hated

Nigga 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

G-unit Aftermath the same thing

So if you say

Them punk nigga 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-ass gangsta

What a waste of my scenery

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

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

Maybe I just feel like there's

Too many pussies in rap

Shady 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 bitch

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-ass 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 bitch

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

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

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