A nigga don't stop for squares or octagons prepare I'm not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp done set up shop Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks,
[Verse 1 - Fabolous] First off I'm a motherfuckin' G-E-N-E-R-A-L, word to the K shells In this chopper I will p-p-p-p-pop 'em, Make it sound like helicopters
you ready for jail? Yes and no, but somebody's gonna try to rob We can spar, but you gon' drop, drop I'm a bomb, ready for war, will I p-pop, pop Better
[Chorus: Krayzie Bone/Bizzy Bone] You niggas can't stop me, (glock-idy glock) you motherfuckers can't stop me, (pop it and drop) and the cartel's for
the weapon that is kept in on my hip and Why you trip and find your clip And tell your bitch to suck my dick Wish Bone'll pop that ass quick, fool Don
feel the playa hation Yeah you the next to get dropped I don't hide the glock Real niggas don't stop pop pop put him in the mud nigga and your body
retaliation feel the playa hation Yeah, you the next to get dropped, I don't hide the glock Real niggas don't stop pop, pop Put him in the mud nigga
loved ones that said they love me, but didn't care Do roc scare? with the fuckin niggas who groundin me It's roc on the block, 45 glock cocked Finna pop
Yo Pop Let's jump in the fight game boy My nigga Bun B you know he down with us Short Dog and Doc down with us Eric B and Pimp C you know they down with
glock kicks, hollow tips To your body, mad toxic, I fade you, blow you with a rusty-ass razor Did you a favor, tried to wet you but I grazed you Pop
beat ?em then you prop ?em You cant man ?em then you mop ?em You cant stand ?em then you drop ?em You drop ?em cuz we pop ?em like Orville Redenbacher
click on the stood, when the we could really racing Feel the thunder from th eshocks when they shody dump Rush your A.K., watch you like the Johny Pop
out, you could put me in ya hair Perm like bars, burn like scars, cooked up flow in a Pyrex jar Naw, I ain't the millennium raw, Kool G or K.R I'm just
' get a label Sit behind the desk, you know, watch a lil' cable Put my lil' man out, throw a few grand out Get into some pop music, put a rock band out Got wit' my nigga K
hammer light, titanium I'll put 3 in ya cranium Like pop, pop, pop Cannot stop Now bring it back It used to be 500 k in the closet Now it's a couple
push more whips then slavery how they taim me in this rap shit my roots is deep you heard the bitch in you yeah i know what's beef let it cook and i pop
guns and clued Bitch I'm loose like Lugz, Dirty to the litter bug Girls you like hugs? I don't like thugs [Chorus: Pharrell (ODB)] Pop shit, bitch what's wrong? Pop