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Pistol Poppin'
Ca$his Lyrics


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Haha
Ca$his, Ca$his
Yeah (king Mathers)
C'mon (pistol poppin')
Come get me, nigga

Pistol poppin', bodies droppin', layin' all around
You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin' out
The police find that, what's that sound?
While you layin' on the ground with your fuckin' brain out

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 patrollin', grab a Glock-40
Snipe at the squad car, story notinh
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

Pistol poppin', bodies droppin', layin' all around
You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin' out
The police find that, what's that sound?
While you layin' on the ground with your fuckin' brain out

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
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 leavin'
I ain't worried 'bout my freedom cause for me to get even
Is worth everything, 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

Pistol poppin', bodies droppin', layin' all around
You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin' out
The police find that, what's that sound?
While you layin' on the ground with your fuckin' brain out

Pistol poppin', bodies droppin', layin' all around
You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin' out
The police find that, what's that sound?
While you layin' on the ground with your fuckin' brain out

Maybe 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

Pistol poppin', bodies droppin', layin' all around
You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin' out
The police find that, what's that sound?
While you layin' on the ground with your fuckin' brain out

Pistol poppin', bodies droppin', layin' all around
You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin' out
The police find that, what's that sound?
While you layin' on the ground with your fuckin' brain out

Overall Meaning

The song "Pistol Poppin'" by Ca$his featuring Eminem is a violent and aggressive track that conjures up imagery of gang warfare in the streets. The lyrics describe a dangerous and brutal lifestyle, where the sound of gunshots is a common occurrence.


The song begins with Ca$his boasting about his abilities to handle a firearm while warning his enemies to stay away from him. He speaks about the consequences of being involved in criminal activity, such as getting shot and killed by police or rival gang members. Eminem's verse is a reflection of his own experiences with violence and losing close friends to gun violence.


As the song progresses, both artists express their frustration with the state of the rap industry and the lack of authenticity among some of its participants. Eminem calls out those who try to emulate the gangster lifestyle without truly understanding the consequences and dangers that come with it. He even references the ongoing feud between himself and various southern rappers at the time.


Line by Line Meaning

Come get me, nigga
Challenging someone to come after him


Pistol poppin', bodies droppin', layin' all around
Causing violence and death with guns


You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin' out
Neighbors have become aware of the violence and calling the police


The police find that, what's that sound?
Police investigating the sound of gunshots


While you layin' on the ground with your fuckin' brain out
The victim has been killed with a gunshot to the head


Walk through the door with my hands on a gun
Entering a place with a gun in hand


'Cause niggas 'round here wanna ask where I'm from
Using guns to protect himself from those who ask which area he is from


I throw up my signs, step back and pop one
Showing gang signs then shooting someone


'Fore you throw up your sign if you even got one
Warning not to show one's own gang sign


I used to bust niggas heads open for fun
Enjoyed causing physical harm to people


Chase him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run
Pursue a fleeing victim and physically assault them if they tried to run away


I could flip packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at?
Spent time selling drugs and carrying weapons


Slung crack, real cat, you ain't never did that
Posing as a real criminal while insulting others' lack of experience


Go hard, no peace, I gotta keep, chrome heat
Intense and dangerous lifestyle, always carrying a gun


Cops out patrollin', grab a Glock-40
Police presence increases the need for a gun


Snipe at the squad car, story nothin'
Shoot at a police car and knowing it could lead to nothing


Fuck it if you want beef, click-clack, wack rap
Not afraid of a fight and willing to shoot even if it results in a crappy rap song


Tossed straps before, I'm out of here, homie
Thrown guns away before getting caught and leaving the area


Militant in a sense, I don't really give a shit
Acting as part of a militant group without caring about the consequences


Call up, Eminem, I gotta plead innocent
Asking for help and claiming innocence, possibly from a crime that was committed


Sixteenth in my sneakers, I ain't listen to my teachers
Proud of being rebellious and not caring about education


I'm the most hated nigga alive since Jesus
Seen as being highly disliked by many people, even more than Jesus


Maybe in the afterlife, they'll reveal my Christ-like abilities
Hope to be seen as a savior or hero after death


Come back, then ride on my enemies
Returning from the dead to seek revenge on his enemies


Never been afraid of beef, metals of my bravery
Not afraid of confrontation and willing to fight


War situations got you sayin' he, crazy G
Acting overly aggressive and causing people to think he is crazy


And emerge with the beat, I can serve anything
Able to create music and sound good on any beat


Especially anybody tryin' to diss my team, Shady
Willing to retaliate against those who insult his group


G-Unit, Aftermath the same thing
Affiliated with both groups


So if you say them punk nigga you say me
Insisting that an insult to one member of the group is an insult to the entire group


I be in L.A. G, get at me when you see me
In Los Angeles and challenging others to confront him when they see him


Catch you in O.C., and in the bag you'll be leavin'
Threatening violence and causing a victim to be taken away in a body bag


I ain't worried 'bout my freedom cause for me to get even
Willing to go to jail if it means getting revenge on someone


Is worth everything, it's on B.B.G.N.
Seeking revenge at any cost


I son'd you folk, I'm lookin' at your pinkie
Claiming to have beaten someone in a battle or confrontational event and enjoying the victory


You a fake-ass gangsta, what a waste of my scenery
Disparaging someone for pretending to be a gangster and wasting his time


Maybe I just feel like there's too many pussies in rap
Feeling that there are too many weak and cowardly rappers


Shady (Ca$his) we gotta push 'em to the back
Deciding to push these rappers to the background


Move 'em along, push 'em aside, don't get me wrong
Insisting that he is not disrespecting anyone, just trying to create space for himself


I love the finger snaps and the claps into the song
Enjoying the musical elements of songs


It's got a catch but come on man, the raps
Feeling that some rap songs are lacking in substance despite the catchy music


We all gotta step our game up, especially these lame fucks
Motivating everyone, including the weak rappers, to improve their craft


Who walk around with their chest out
Showing excessive confidence and arrogance


Just tryin' to be down with anybody who's left now
Trying to join any group that will accept them


Better be down with them, huh
Implying that these people are not loyal and will betray others to be accepted by someone else


But I dare some bitch to say somethin' about, Eminem
Challenging someone to insult Eminem


'Cause I'm not in the mood to be playin' around with dudes
Not willing to tolerate any disrespect


I already seen two friends get shot in the head
Witnessing the violent deaths of two close friends


And lay on the ground this year and, one didn't make it
One of the friends died and didn't survive the gunshots


Proof, you are the truth
Complimenting Proof, a member of the group


Please don't let us come face to face with these boo-boo-hoo
Asking for protection from danger


Fake-ass tattooed havin'
Insulting someone for having fake tattoos


Fif' please tell 'em right now how hard it has been
Asking 50 Cent to validate how difficult it is to be in the music industry


For me to try and, stay out it
Trying to avoid getting involved in conflicts


But they just won't quit runnin' their mouth
Others continue to talk and cause problems


At least 'til there's a gun in it, son of a bitch
Expecting conflict to continue until someone pulls out a weapon


We all got shooters, yeah, these days who doesn't?
Referring to the prevalence of guns and people who carry them


And as far as the snaps and claps, I wasn't
Denying criticism that he dislikes Southern rap music


Dissin' the South, that isn't what this is about
Making it clear that his issue is with weak rappers, not a specific region of the country


I'm just so sick of the beef, I don't even wanna see anymore
Tired of the constant feuds and conflicts in the music industry




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Jeffrey Irwin Bass, Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. III Mathers, Ramone Johnson

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