We Pop (Remix)

[Intro: RZA (King Tech)]

Yo, yo, P. Diddy might run this city

But I walk down the block, flash my -- (Yo RZA, hold up, hold up)

Yo what's up son? (Yo, we gotta remix this joint)

Yo, come on then (Yo, 40, it's on you)

[E-40]

I gotta tell you, we ain't next to nice, made you nice

Don't get your head cracked, don't get your tomato diced

I'm the coldest M.C. in the game

And I shouldn't have to say it, you squares know my name

Pimped with all the slang in the game, that they recite

Every time I open mouth, these suckas bite

I bust like a Dutch Master, blast you if a have to

Somebody call the pastor

[Crooked I]

We got realest long beats

Flows stop, make the beat go ---

I'm in the Coup with the seats low

Even on the East Coast, I gotta keep my heat close

We leaving holes in your cheap clothes

My only job is to stop imposters, watch the mobster

Cop the Boxster, drop the top and squat

Switchin' through lanes, this is the group thing

Cause this is Wu-Tang and Horseshoe Gang, what up?

[Chorus 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Lady Platinum) {E-40}]

We pop, we brawl, get money till the day we fall {please believe it}

(We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall) {please believe it}

[Method Man]

Yo, I Bonecrush' ya, like I ain't 'never scared' brother

That baby mother's like baby powder and there another

M.C. does this cutter, when I cut, I split jugglers

When my teeth get yellow, I spit butter

By now you know my name, man, who hold the belt, now

Plus who hold his self down, all with the same hand

Now what's the game plan, let money change hand

I'm still champ, and white boys still can't hang

[RZA]

Yo, P. Diddy, might run this city

But I walk down the block, flash my Glock on the jiggies

An ounce of chronic, crushed up in the ziplock

Outside the club, is packed up to the gridlock

Dime piece wizes, high heels and the flip flops

Real players pop with those cringy wrist watch

Big bouncers the size of Sasquatch

Tuck riff with the rim that'll make your eyes pop

[Chorus 2X]

[Jayo Felony]

Do I have to assassinate them?

Man, I leave 'em with no ultimatum

I ain't hate 'em, I ain't make 'em make mistakes

But I'mma break 'em, the cops, could I shake 'em

Or will they catch me and charge me

On the streets I put something in ya, that'll send you to God

Meet my man, we don't have to roll, candy when we ride

She love it, when I give her, pull her panties to the side

Bullet loco, you might catch me breaking and entering

Mama, I had to jump bail right before the sentencing

[W.C.]

Get it up in 'em, cool, that strip and claimin' the set

And quick to Sway the Tech, ya'll straight bang and connect

It's the dog, ya'll get it off, on your backpack and blue marker

Chronic smoke cougher, I don't shoot walker

Dub Sizzle on the remix, the last to speak

Now it's all coming together like sweaty gas leaks

Fo' sure, a nigga will say, 'yo, it's Dub C'

40, Crooked I, RZA, Method Man and Jayo

[Chorus 2X]