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50 Cent - Im Poppin On Lyrics

[verse]
My crew not going to hell
I call and you think I'm joking, do you ask for help
Nigga listen to the sound coming out of my glock
Don't miss the pace of my bullets hot
You leaves the road and goes straight box
You already saw me smiling nigga, get that money nigga
Bet with you, which I bet CD
In that dance bath or a girl dance on TV
I'm pimp we polish the cars this evening
The 4 in the morning it hits there at home wanting sex
You look me by the window looking to be the next
I give a glow in my 9mm, this is the time
I do the shine of my gun man
Take the knife and come confront me
Don't be in front of the TV watching bang-bang
Come up man you or I hit the brain
[chorus]
When that sade' me says I love you
I dream with it in the Lambo shooting at you
I dream the night today
I think that the next day I'll shoot you
A glock, a AK and fully loaded clip for you
Only I think it
Just think about it
[verse]
He's a man who sings to a certain time
Most never shone as I always shine
The other is young is more loco as Rick Ross
Shoots in the head as I the boss
I have just with the race this shit with boy face
Semi-automatic's the way I tighten yo' ass up
Smeling as ever just laugh with this game
The plan was I beat him, more failed with the plan
I'ma gangsta who plays data as a man
The plan was for him water below
That I did it end with my laws
Just as Michael Jackson did with the very nose
I played it on the floor to catch, are you lose
Not a nigga that will move me, not moves
Come on man
[chorus]
When that sade' me says I love you
I dream with it in the Maybach shooting at you
I dream the night today
I think that the next day I'll shoot you
A glock, a AK and fully loaded clip for you
Only I think it
Just think about it
[verse]
Don't pointless running behind me I'm the faster
I don't see you in my tv of plasma
You see me in your 14 inch tv
Fat, white, and insane and with asthma
What shit man you don't talking me
Hands up now is the 50, New York me
As we all know come from slums of New York
Silence fat boy when I talk
There must not say that you love me
When she hears 'Magic Stik' it loose
No kisses of penguin only with the nose
Neither but must speak of my tattoos
Guess what, your favorite rapper does too
When I come you callus, it nigga you callus
I blow up the streets man, the power is how us
Until my last breath, I'm sendin niggaz bulletholes
It's fo-fo's, I'm poppin' on, we are your heroes