Letra Poppin' Them Thangs de G-unit original

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50 Cent>
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew (Nigga what)
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppinĄŚ them thangs

50 Cent>
After the VMAs my baby momma cuss my ass out.
I kicked her ass we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stout
Cut the grass around my clique so I could see these sneaks
You see back in the hood itĄŚs 'cause I see they fake
I preach a sermon about the paper like IĄŚm cut flow a dollar
IĄŚll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar
IĄŚm confused; I like Megan, Monica, and Mya.
MissyĄŚs freaky and BrandyĄŚs shy, uh
Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up.
IĄŚm on now, god damn it I done came up.
Now you could find me with the finest hoes.
ChoosinĄŚ which whip to drive by what match my clothes.
I got a fetish for the stones, heavy on the ice man
If I ainĄŚt gotta pistol on me, sure I gotta knife man
Get outta line and IĄŚm lightinĄŚ your ass up.
Semi-automatic spray, IĄŚll tighten your ass up (What)

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Lloyd Banks>
Slow down little nigga
DonĄŚt exceed your speed
'cause I will put g's on they fitted like the Negro league
I got connects so I donĄŚt need no weed
IĄŚve been in LA for a year now
So I donĄŚt see no seeds
After IĄŚm done you clappinĄŚ the crew
Hell yeah, I fuck fans
Guess what your favorite rapper does too
In a minute IĄŚma have the Jew to makinĄŚ my rims spin
My crew run wild at the JamaicaĄŚs at Kingston
NothinĄŚ but bling bling in ya face boy
ThatĄŚs why my knicks shine like one of them shirts Puffy and Mase wore
I done find a nympho as soon as I pop a bra
She had my balls head first just like a soccer star
You can only stand next to the man if you proper
Ya'll take care of birds like a animal doctor
Been out and IĄŚm buzzinĄŚ niggas just slept on me
So IĄŚm out for revenge like one of bin laden's cousins

Young Buc>
Read the paper, look at the news
We one the front page
Yeah we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage
The ice and the Jacob watch make a broke nigga take somethinĄŚ
So I gotta keep the four fifth with no safety button
G-Unit gettingĄŚ money
I know some artists is starvinĄŚ
But play the game like they rich to me this shit funny
I know you see me cominĄŚ
'cause on the front of the Maybach
It say payback for those who hated on me
I hate when niggas claim they banginĄŚ a gang
You ain't no crip like snoop
You ain't no blood like game
See IĄŚve been having beef
I have my own bullet proof vest
Most of my enemies dead I got about two left
Until my last breath IĄŚm sendinĄŚ niggas bullet holes
Innocent bystanders get hit tryinĄŚ to be heroes
You know how we roll
Every where that we go
ItĄŚs foĄŚ fosĄŚ, calicos, and desert eagles (yeah)

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