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natas - pop pop lyrics

[chorus 4x]
pop, pop
piggity
pop, pop, pop, pop

[mastamind]
can you hear my battle cry
can you look me in the eye
did you feel the heat
when i let these caps crackle 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 f-ck
it’s time to raise the h-ll up
gun blast piggity (pop, pop, pop)
crash the deck
it’s the season of the head hunter
chop! chop! head check
hypochondriac insomniac
i’m reaching in my n-ts-ck
n-gga f-ck that bust at me
i bust back
once i get out this coma
come up out this meditation
i’mma start chasing n-ggas down with retaliation
n to the a-t-a-s
back up in this b-tch, h-ll yes
what you hearing ain’t no f-cking test
just so say farewell to the flesh, i just
body count ’em down two into one
cause murders fun
my shotgun said freeze ’em till he’s numb

[chorus 4x]

[t-n-t]
pop, pop, piggity, pop, pop
i don’t give a f-ck if you a motherf-cking cop
what’s up now n-gga?
finger on the trigger
boom, boom, gravedigger
body bag zipper
you ain’t sh-t
b-tch you gon’ die
made my mama cry
you murdered my brother, why?
seen’s ya in the squad car
pop that b-tch up
bullets went through yo chest
now doctors can’t st-tch you up
i’m coming 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
n-gga i won’t rest until you p-ssin in a bag
you k!lled my brother
and now i’m gonna k!ll you
he won’t rest in peace until these slugs fill you
room 212
i’m sending yo -ss to h-ll
popped him in the head
and watched his body turn pale

[chorus 4x]

[esham]
pop the pill, c-ck the steel
i got the sk!lls to k!ll
i’m from detroit like grant hill
you all alone n-gga
tonight it’s on n-gga
i got the chrome
and i’m busting fo’ your dome, n-gga
pop, pop, pop, n-gga pop so you
drop, drop, drop, n-gga drop got that
blood clot, hole in yo head
chatty -ss n-gga
i’ll be glad when you dead
once i get to squeezin
and my reason’s a revolver
my problem solver
so tell your mama sayonara
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 spilling up
gushing up on the concrete so fast
never let me see you slipping
cause i’m down to blast in your -ss
and i got that glock c-cked
with my finger on the trigger right now
and i know my homie woulda done the same for me
so now i must pow

(chorus x4)

- natas lyrics

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