- Votes:
- Composers:
- Russell Jones
- F Cuffie
- S Cuffie
- Diggs
- Dorsey Wesley
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- hiphop
- rap
- underground hip hop
 
- See also:
RZA - We Pop lyrics
(featuring Crooked I, E-40, Jayo Felony, King Tech, Lady Platinum, Method Man, Ol' Dirty Bastard & W.C.)
[Intro: RZA (King Tech)] 
Yo, yo, P. Diddy might run this city 
But I walk down the block, flash my -- (Yo RZA, hold up, hold up) 
Yo what's up son? (Yo, we gotta remix this joint) 
Yo, come on then (Yo, 40, it's on you) 
[E-40] 
I gotta tell you, we ain't next to nice, made you nice 
Don't get your head cracked, don't get your tomato diced 
I'm the coldest M.C. in the game 
And I shouldn't have to say it, you squares know my name 
Pimped with all the slang in the game, that they recite 
Every time I open mouth, these suckas bite 
I bust like a Dutch Master, blast you if a have to 
Somebody call the pastor 
[Crooked I] 
We got realest long beats 
Flows stop, make the beat go --- 
I'm in the Coup with the seats low 
Even on the East Coast, I gotta keep my heat close 
We leaving holes in your cheap clothes 
My only job is to stop imposters, watch the mobster 
Cop the Boxster, drop the top and squat 
Switchin' through lanes, this is the group thing 
Cause this is Wu-Tang and Horseshoe Gang, what up? 
[Chorus 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Lady Platinum) {E-40}] 
We pop, we brawl, get money till the day we fall {please believe it} 
(We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall) {please believe it} 
[Method Man] 
Yo, I Bonecrush' ya, like I ain't 'never scared' brother 
That baby mother's like baby powder and there another 
M.C. does this cutter, when I cut, I split jugglers 
When my teeth get yellow, I spit butter 
By now you know my name, man, who hold the belt, now RZA - We Pop - http://motolyrics.com/rza/we-pop-lyrics.html
Plus who hold his self down, all with the same hand 
Now what's the game plan, let money change hand 
I'm still champ, and white boys still can't hang 
[RZA] 
Yo, P. Diddy, might run this city 
But I walk down the block, flash my glock on the jiggies 
An ounce of chronic, crushed up in the ziplock 
Outside the club, is packed up to the gridlock 
Dime piece wizes, high heels and the flip flops 
Real players pop with those cringy wrist watch 
Big bouncers the size of Sasquath 
Tuck riff with the rim that'll make your eyes pop 
[Chorus 2X]
[Jayo Felony] 
Do I have to assassinate them? 
Man, I leave 'em with no altimatum 
I ain't hate 'em, I ain't make 'em make mistakes 
But I'mma break 'em, the cops, could I shake 'em 
Or will they catch me and charge me 
On the streets I put something in ya, that'll send you to God 
Meet my man, we don't have to roll, candy when we ride 
She love it, when I give her, pull her panties to the side 
Bullet loco, you might catch me breaking and entering 
Mama, I had to jump bail right before the sentencing 
[W.C.] 
Get it up in 'em, cool, that strip and claimin' the set 
And quick to Sway the Tech, ya'll straight bang and connect 
It's the dog, ya'll get it off, on your backpack and blue marker 
Chronic smoke cougher, I don't shoot walker 
Dub Sizzle on the remix, the last to speak 
Now it's all coming together like sweaty gas leaks 
Fo' sure, a nigga will say, 'yo, it's Dub C' 
40, Crooked I, RZA, Method Man and Jayo 
[Chorus 2X]
















