Pop Pop

[Chorus:]

Pop Pop piggity pop pop pop pop (4x)

(Mastamind)

Can you hear my battle cry can you look me in the eye

Did you feel the heat when I let these caps, crackel in the sky

Don't get caught in the blood shower don't die as no coward

The night is mine cause I was born in the midnight hour

Never shoulda let my hate for this world develop see

Now I gives less than a fuck it's time to raise the hell of guns

Blast piggity pop pop pop crash the day

It's the season of the head hunter chop chop head check

Hypocondriac insomniac I'm reachin in my nutsack

Nigga fuck that bust at me I bust back

Once I get out this coma come up out this meditation

Ima start chasin niggas down with retaliation

N to tha a-t-a-s back up in this bitch hell yes

What you hearin ain't no fuckin test, so say farewell to the best

Body count I'm down since d-a 1 cause murders fun

My shot gun said freeze em till theys numb

(Chorus x4)

(Tnt)

Pop pop, piggity pop pop

I don't give a fuck if yous a motha fuckin cop

What's up now nigga finger on the trigger

Boom boom grave digger body bag zipper

You ain't shit bitch you gonna die

Made my mama cry you murdered my brother why?

Seens ya in the squad car pop that bitch up

Bullets went through ya head now doctors can't stitch you up

I'm comin to the hospital critical condition

I know you on life support so now I'm on a mission

Grab the ski mask and the foe foe mag

Nigga I won't rest until you pissin in a bag

You kiolled my brotha and now I'm gonna kill you

He won't rest in peace until these slugs fill you

Room 212 I'm sendin yo ass to hell

Pop demons in head and watch his body turn pale

(Chorus x4)

(Esham)

Pop the pill c*** the steel

I got the skill to kill I'm from detroit like grant hill

You all alone nigga tonight it's on nigga

I got the chrome and I'm bustin to your dome nigga

Pop pop, pop nigga pop so you

Drop drop, drop nigga drop got that

Blood clot hole in your head chatty

Ass nigga I'll be glad when you dead once I

Get to squeezin and my resons a revolver

My problem solver so tell your mama saiyonara

Wada, da dang, wad da da da dang hey

Listen to my Glock go pop pop, and I like that

The way your blood be spillin up dishin up on the concrete so fast

Never let me see you trippin cause I'm down to blast in your ass

And I got that Glock cocked with my finger on the trigga right now

And I know my homie woulda done the same for me so now I must pow!

(Chorus x4)