Pistol Poppin'

[Intro: Ca$his & Eminem] Haha (Ca$his) Yeah! (King Mathers) Come on! (Pistol poppin') Come get me, nigga! [Chorus: Ca$his] Pistol poppin', bodies droppin', laying all around You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin' out The police'll find that, "What's that sound?" While you layin' on the ground with your fucking brain out [Verse 1: Ca$his] Walk through the door with my hands on a gun 'Cause niggas 'round here wanna ask where I'm from I throw up my signs, step back and pop one 'fore you throw up your sign if you even got one I used to bust niggas heads open for fun Chase him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run I could flip packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at? Slung crack, real cat, you ain't never did that Go hard, no peace, I gotta keep, chrome heat I don't sleep, homie I'm watched by the police Cops out patrolling, grab a Glock-40 Sniper at the squad car, story noting Fuck it, if you want beef, click-clack, wack rap Tossed straps before, I'm out of here, homie Militant in a sense, I don't really give a shit Call up Eminem, I gotta plead innocent [Chorus: Ca$his] Pistol poppin', bodies droppin', laying all around You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin' out The police'll find that, "What's that sound?" While you layin' on the ground with your fucking brain out [Verse 2: Ca$his] Sixteenth in my sneakers, I ain't listen to my teachers I'm the most hated nigga alive since Jesus Maybe in the afterlife they'll reveal my Christ-like abilities Come back, then ride on my enemies Never been afraid of beef, metals of my bravery War situations got you sayin' "He crazy, G!" And emerge with the beat, I can serve anything Especially anybody tryin to diss my team Shady {*blam*} G-Unit, Aftermath the same thing So if you say them, punk nigga you say me I be in L.A., G, get at me when you see me Catch you in O.C., and in the bag you'll be leaving I ain't worried 'bout my freedom cause for me to get even Is worth e'rything, it's on B.B.G.N I son'd you folk, I'm lookin at your pinkie You a fake-ass gangsta, what a waste of my scenery [Chorus: Ca$his] Pistol poppin', bodies droppin', laying all around You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin' out The police'll find that, "What's that sound?" While you layin' on the ground with your fucking brain out Pistol poppin', bodies droppin', laying all around You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin' out The police'll find that, "What's that sound?" While you layin' on the ground with your fucking brain out [Verse 3: Eminem] Lately I just feel like there's too many pussies in rap Shady! (Ca$his!) We gotta push 'em to the back Move 'em along, push 'em aside, don't get me wrong I love the finger snaps and the claps into the song It's got a catch, but come on man, the raps We all gotta step our game up; especially these lame fucks Who walk around with their chest out Just tryin' to be down with anybody who's left now Better be down with them, huh But I dare some bitch to say somethin' about Eminem 'Cause I'm not in the mood to be playin around with dudes I already seen two friends get shot in the head And lay on the ground this year and one didn't make it Proof, you are the truth Please don't let us come face to face with these boo-boo-hoo Fake-ass tattooed havin' Fif', please tell 'em right now how hard it has been For me to try and stay out it But they just won't quit runnin' their mouth At least 'til there's a gun in it; son of a bitch! We all got shooters, yeah these days who doesn't? And as far as the snaps and claps, I wasn't Dissin' the South, that isn't what this is about I'm just so sick of the beef, I don't even wanna see anymore [Chorus: Ca$his] Pistol poppin', bodies droppin', laying all around You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin' out The police'll find that, "What's that sound?" While you layin' on the ground with your fucking brain out Pistol poppin', bodies droppin', laying all around You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin' out The police'll find that, "What's that sound?" While you layin' on the ground with your fucking brain out