- Votes:
- Composers:
- Marshall B. Iii Mathers
- Ramone Johnson
- Luis Edgardo Resto
- Jeffrey Irwin Bass
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- eminem
- gangsta rap
- rap hiphop
- shady
 
- See also:
Cashis - Pistol Poppin' lyrics
'Pistol Poppin'
 (feat. Eminem)
[guns cocking then one gunshot]
 [Eminem:] Haha
 [Ca$his:] Ca$his, Ca$his
 [Eminem:] Yeah!
 [Ca$his:] King Mathers
 [Eminem:] C'MON!
 [Ca$his:] Pistol poppin, come get me nigga! [echoes]
 [Chorus: Ca$his]
 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 fuckin brain out
 [Ca$his:]
 Walk through the door with my hands on a gun
 Cause niggaz 'round here wanna ask where I'm from
 I throw up my signs, step back and pop one
 'fore you throw up your sign if you even got one
 I used to bust niggaz heads open for fun
 Chase him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run
 I could flip packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at?
 Slung crack, real cat, you ain't never did that
 Go hard, no peace, I gotta keep, chrome heat
 I don't sleep, homie I'm watched by the police
 Cops out patrolling, grab a glock-40
 Sniper at the squad car, story noting
 Fuck it if you want beef, click-clack, wack rap
 Tossed straps before, I'm out of here, homie
 Militant in a sense, I don't really give a shit
 Call up, Eminem, I gotta plead innocent
 [Chorus: Ca$his]
 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 fuckin brain out
 [Ca$his:]
 Sixteenth in my sneakers, I ain't listen to my teachers
 I'm the most hated nigga alive, since Jesus
 Maybe in the afterlife they'll reveal my Christ-like abilities
 Come back, then ride on my enemies
 Never been afraid of beef, metals of my bravery
 War situations got you sayin he, crazy G
 And emerge with the beat, I can serve anything
 Especially anybody tryin to diss my team - Shady
 [blam] G-Unit, Aftermath the same thing
 So if you say them punk nigga you say me
 I be in L.A. G, get at me when you see meCashis - Pistol Poppin' - http://motolyrics.com/cashis/pistol-poppin-lyrics.html
 Catch you in O.C., and in the bag you'll be leaving
 I ain't worried 'bout my freedom cause for me to get even
 is worth e'rything, it's on B.B.G.N.
 I son'd you folk, I'm lookin at your pinkie
 You a fake-ass gangsta, what a waste of my scenery
 [Chorus: Ca$his]
 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 fuckin 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 fuckin brain out
 [Eminem:]
 Maybe I just feel like there's too many pussies in rap
 Shady (Ca$his) we gotta push 'em to the back
 Move 'em along, push 'em aside, don't get me wrong
 I love the finger snaps and the claps into the song
 It's got a catch but come on man, the raps
 We all gotta step our game up; especially these lame fucks
 who walk around with their chest out
 just tryin to be down with anybody who's left now
 Better be down with them, huh
 But I dare some bitch to say somethin about, Eminem
 Cause I'm not in the mood to be playin around with dudes
 I already seen two friends get shot in the head
 and lay on the ground this year and, one didn't make it
 Proof, you are the truth
 Please don't let us come face to face with these boo-boo-hoo
 Fake-ass tattooed havin
 Fif' please tell 'em right now how hard it has been
 for me to try and, stay out it
 But they just won't quit runnin their mouth
 at least 'til there's a gun in it; son of a bitch!
 We all got shooters, yeah these days who doesn't?
 And as far as the snaps and claps, I wasn't
 dissin the South, that isn't what this is about
 I just so sick of the beef, I don't even wanna see anymore
 [Chorus: Ca$his]
 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 fuckin 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 fuckin brain out











