Natas - Pop Pop Lyrics
(Chorus)Pop Pop piggity pop pop pop pop (x4)(Mastamind)Can you hear my battle cry can you look me in the eyeDid you feel the heat when I let these caps, crackel in the skyDon't get caught in the blood shower don't die as no cowardThe night is mine cause I was born in the midnight hourNever shoulda let my hate for this world develop seeNow I gives less than a ***** it's time to raise the hell of gunsBlast piggity POP POP POP crash the dayIt's the season of the head hunter chop chop head checkHypocondriac insomniac I'm reachin in my nutsackNigga ***** that bust at me I bust backOnce I get out this coma come up out this meditationIma start chasin niggas down with retaliationN to tha a-t-a-s back up in this ***** hell yesWhat you hearin ain't no *****in test, so say farewell to the bestBody count I'm down since d-a 1 cause murders funMy shot gun said freeze em till theys numb(Chorus x4)(TNT)Pop pop, piggity pop popI don't give a ***** if yous a motha *****in copWhat's up now nigga finger on the triggerBoom boom grave digger body bag zipperYou ain't shit ***** you gonna dieMade my mama cry you murdered my brother why?Seens ya in the squad car pop that ***** upBullets went through ya head now doctors can't stitch you upI'm comin to the hospital critical conditionI know you on life support so now I'm on a missionGrab the ski mask and the foe foe magNigga I won't rest until you pissin in a bagYou kiolled my brotha and now I'm gonna kill youHe won't rest in peace until these slugs fill youRoom 212 I'm sendin yo ass to hellPop demons in head and watch his body turn pale(Chorus x4)(Esham)Pop the pill ***** the steelI got the skill to kill I'm from detroit like grant hillYou all alone nigga tonight it's on niggaI got the chrome and I'm bustin to your dome niggaPop pop, pop nigga pop so youDrop drop, drop nigga drop got thatBlood clot hole in your head chattyAss nigga I'll be glad when you dead once IGet to squeezin and my resons a revolverMy problem solver so tell your mama saiyonaraWada, da dang, wad da da da dang HEYListen to my Glock go pop pop, and I like thatThe way your blood be spillin up dishin up on the concrete so fastNever let me see you trippin cause I'm down to blast in your assAnd I got that Glock *****ed with my finger on the trigga right nowAnd I know my homie woulda done the same for me so now I must pow!(Chorus x4)
