Poppin’ Them Thangs G-Unit

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew (Nigga what?)
We hold it down like we 'sposed to (Haha)
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' them thangs (Yeah)
Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew (Nigga what?)
We hold it down like we 'sposed to (Haha)
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' them thangs

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
After the VMA's my baby momma cussed my ass out
I kicked her ass, we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stoute
Cut the grass 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 niggas like I pop my collar
I'm confused, I like Megan, Monica and Mýa
Missy's freaky and Brandy's shy, uh
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' ass up
Semi-automatic's spray I tighten yo' ass up - what?