Pistol Poppin’ Ca$his (Ft. Eminem)

[Intro: Ca$his & Eminem]
Haha (Ca$his)
Yeah! (King Mathers)
Come on! (Pistol poppin')
Come get me, nigga!

[Chorus: Ca$his]
Pistol poppin', bodies droppin', laying all around
You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin' out
The police'll find that, "What's that sound?"
While you layin' on the ground with your fucking brain out

[Verse 1: Ca$his]
Walk through the door with my hands on a gun
'Cause niggas '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 niggas 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
Fuck 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