What’s Poppin’ lyrics

(Tragedy)
Yeah...Get it poppin'...No doubt
Thug sh*t... for your ear
Yeah...Two-Five

(Tragedy)
It go one for my real n*ggas, two for the bass
Three for that weight regulated out of state
Four for the guns blowin' getting sh*t straight
For them b*tch ass n*ggas that hate
And I can tell right now that you really not knowing
When the guns start blowing and your blood stop flowing
You can take it to the heart b*tch n*gga play your part
All you saw was the spark now you laying in the dark
From the hood that I rep every n*gga in my set
Generals to Cadets two-five 'til the death
Inadvertently I know n*ggas wanna murder me
But can't even analyze G, The Mahdi
Flow so precise, thug paradise, five karot ice
Black Christ living the life
n*ggas see the light when they start losing pints
You can die by the gun or the knife

(Chorus: Havoc)
Hey yo
Eh yo a n*gga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a n*gga plottin' I rep the dirty rottin', (What's Good?)
Ain't sh*t tryin' to get these chips
And the first n*gga tryin to stop me gettin hit
And you know a n*gga poppin that sh*t when it's poppin'
Had a whole world watching and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good)
Okay with it, talk cause I live it
You appreciate the God like an up north visit
(Havoc)
Thun I analyze these n*ggas, cause they simple like b*tches
And to damn feminine to f*ck with this veteran
Stop the rhetoric, you know the led will get hot
You know this metal sh*t ain't nothing to f*ck with
Know I work that steel with a workman's will
Staring so hard don't make me hurt that grill
Apologize n*gga dog you ain't that real
Your man got bagged did time you squeeled
Glass slipper wearin' ass n*ggas get killed
You ain't a grown man 'til you pay some bills
Keep it gully been pimpin' before I had 4 wheels
The pipe game cool, but my talk game ill
Wanna f*ck with a n*gga cause I know my sh*t
You owe that bank, I own my sh*t
Out the gate don't ask, can't floss my whip
It ain't who you know, b*tch it's who you with

(Chorus: Havoc)
Eh yo a n*gga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a n*gga plottin' I rep the dirty rottin', (What's Good?)
Ain't sh*t tryin' to get these chips
And the first n*gga tryin to stop me gettin hit
And you know a n*gga poppin that sh*t when it's poppin'
Had a whole world watching and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good)
Okay with it, talk cause I live it
You appreciate the God like an up north visit
(Tragedy)
Yo I settle with, heavy metal sh*t for my thugs in Connecticut
Murderville n*gga how you feel?
Flow so sick, them n*ggas can blow di*k
Better analyze what lies before you trick
In the mix of some Queens n*ggas tryin to get rich
Any n*gga in my way can feel the gun spit
Get your Du-Rag split with long four-fifth
Hand glide thru your hood in the six
Road call for my n*ggas who you wit? (Thug sh*t)
Road call for my n*ggas who you wit? (Thug sh*t)
Let it bang make it pop 'til your heartbeat stop
Know the game don't stop 'til the casket drops
The God run out of shots then they tape the block
Rep to the death for my carnivores on lock
And my dogs in the box meet you back on the block
You know how the team rocks, 'til we reach the top

(Chorus: Havoc)
Eh yo a n*gga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a n*gga plottin' I rep the dirty rottin', (What's Good?)
Ain't sh*t tryin' to get these chips
And the first n*gga tryin to stop me gettin hit
And you know a n*gga poppin that sh*t when it's poppin'
Had a whole world watching and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good)
Okay with it, talk cause I live it
You appreciate the God like an up north visit
Eh yo a n*gga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a n*gga plottin' I rep the dirty rottin'
Ain't sh*t tryin' to get these chips
And the first n*gga tryin to stop me gettin hit
And you know a n*gga poppin that sh*t when it's poppin'
Had a whole world watching and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good)
Okay with it, talk cause I live it
You appreciate the God like an up north visit