Shadow Government Lyrics
"Pop Off"

[Intro: G-Roc]G-Roc be popping off,
Izzy Workin be popping off
(that's right)We know J-Specs be popping off
(uh-huh), we thought Perm and Bird would pop offBut
apparantly they knockoffs,
yo spin that shit...Yeah, y'all,
fucking pop ya head like a pumpkinThis is North Yard
Riot Starters, buckle up[Chorus 2X: Mr.
Prezident (with Specman)]When shit get thick we
(pop off)North Yard (pop off) Riot Starters
(pop off)We grind hard, sun up to sun downNorthside,
Bodytown, S.K.s and four-pounds[Izzy Workin]You got
nothing and you bragging, no cameras and you actingDon't
give 'em, we snatching, no planned trip but I stay
packingShadow Gov 'bout to cash in,
only family on the stage when I'm rappingIf it jumps
off, we ain't get searched,
my whole team clappingRock a jersey here and there
but I ain't caught up in fashionI scream on beats,
call it harassmentAnd I, scheme on dealers with duct
tape and a ratchetOnly smoke purple haze that comes
in a casketMy life is drastic,
there's reasons to my madnessLook into my mom's eyes,
and see sadnessEveryday, get dough,
still feel like shitLaugh and joke with my friends,
but sometimes I wanna slit my wrist[Black]Move like
I ain't grinding rightWhile I ain't gotta whip out
something on my wrist that'll blind ya sightI'm like,
chill, look, I'm alrightGot it locked,
from the 'dro to the dough to the China whiteIt's a
wrap when I lift the ratchetGet
clapped, by a center hole clip through ya Sixer jacketDamn,
Black on that shit, better get this bastard'Fore I
have ya man, lift ya casketDogs that don't rap no more,
I could show you what the gats is forI put the beam
on ya brain, pop, crack ya skullKnow,
Black don't wait for cashRun up on ya,
long gun with the Jason mask[Chorus 2X][Mr.
Prezident]Can't, nothing fade me,
it's Prezzy, babyRock ice like igloos,
my swagger's crazyAsk ya lady,
yo, I'm sick like rabiesThat's why she'll give me brain
and drink me babiesIt's off the rocker,
Bodytown toaster popperTwo 4,
North Yard, thought ya note ya glock upBlow ya spot
up, man, I'll blow ya block upIf ya come,
come correct or get ya dolja shot upNot for nothing,
y'all better stop the frontingCuz when shit pop off
y'all ain't popping nothingLock the function,
I keep a fist full of iceHear me on my hip,
screaming "Fuck the po-lice"[Specman]Money in lumps,
I hop out the truck, I'm icy as fuckShadow Government,
what? Who you running with suckGot snobs in the club
and pumps in the trunkGet or take a couple hundred
wolves in the cutWhat's Up?
Get silly, The Milli'll split ya head like a PhillieWhat
really the deal? We all wage war in the fieldWe all
stick together like clumps of hazeSpecs blow shows
and those up on stageYou know,
can't behave, too much time in the cageSince a very
young age, I'm filled up with rage[Chorus 2X]