Don't Stop Uh huh Don't Stop, real hot, it's crazy hot in here Don't Stop, word, yeah, uh huh, yo, ayo Don't Stop, keep going
[Verse 1] Ayo many people tell me my style is terrific It is kinda different, but let's get specific 1998, I appear for the listeners The hoes, same ones appearin at my shows It's niggas in this game tryin na be like me You could see em in the club playin V.I.P. Aint nothin wrong, all o my dogs came to ball And when we play the dance floor, y'all play the wall Like graffiti, changin my style weekly Niggas know, we recognize cats into dough We A alike, B alike, gotta twist the 'dro Shittin on my name might get a nigga smoked Tension when he wit his wiz, hit him in the throat Like blau, thugs aint 'posed to back down Bitches only love them cats that act wild What you grossin, eatin shit up, when you fuckin frozen And eat you up like a fuckin vulture
Don't Stop, keep goin [7X]
[Verse 2] Battle of the beat shit, I heat shit It's real, five nights straight a steep hill Call me Mr. Clutch, nigga my game's tight Spittin out the hot shit, my slang's tight In the back of the club, spottin hoes Yeah we drunk, but that don't mean we can't fuck It's beats like this that keep me amped up Niggas on the block that need that anthem Weed be Branson, cleans out the lungs Niggas talk shit need to bring out they guns Double barrel, imagine the thugs comin at you Once you get hit, you can't run the slugs travel Careful what you wish for, or live for Goin up against yours, my shit's raw I'm hopin that you zoom in, soon you'll get the picture Now ask yourself who's the victor
W: I don't give a fuck about your Girlfriends N: I don't give a fuck about your Man boo W: I don't give a fuck about your friends N: and your friends ain't shit, and sometimes I can't understand you N: I don't even know why you page me W: I don't even know if I can trust you N: Yo, is you jumpin' it off? W: is you jumpin' it off? N: If not then keepin' movin' bitch, fuck you
Verse 1: I got a whole 'lotta problems that I gotta resolve like 4 in the mornin' I get anonymous calls they let it ring once, they let it ring twice damm, it rang twelve times, chickens ain't right cussin' like a sailor, fuckin' in trailors photoshoots, niggas did it and told me the head was much realer shouldn't have did it boo, you shouldn't have did it boo now you forgettin' exactly how many niggas you did it too cut you off, shit's critical, gimme my space I admit, I was the one that made the silly mistakes the Fifty state roamer had to throw the fake on her heavyweight, ringside seats in Nate's corner wait for her, it might take days but back home's where the fight takes place punches and scratches headlocks and hatchets screamin' at the top of her lungs, this bitch is spazzin' comin' at ya, whats up with that shit?
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Verse 2: Hugs turn to kisses, kisses turn to intercourse engagement, marriage, then divorce devellish acts, sinnin' thoughts secrets bein' spilled out, soon as it happens the pigeons talk I try to keep her close by, don't mind lettin' go let her know who the fuck she wit' like any Man unless he's whipped a messy script leads to domestic dis
I rap for all thug cliques bloods and crips niggas who hate the cameras and loving the chips caught in solitude old timers taught me how to move fort apache Queensbridge corner athlete at 6-1 170 plus Hennyed up walk around like I could never be touched the whole clique be heavily truck peep the style though tricking house notes and whips on these foul hoes wild as Alpo crack crusade rap bu-ffets a rare site like blacks in toupees keep the Rollie shinin' true players know the science and those that's behind me be the Giants while y'all are Jets last place niggas minor threats stay on the move till it's time to rest aint it bugged? so take it back to the time Rickle's with Doug I used to fiend to hear my shit in the club torchin it for the less fortunate y'all need to watch me bitches start to swarm like the paparazzi pussy and money it made me cocky celebrity getting no sleep drinking heavily and live the life some will never see
(chorus) I got a fist full of dollars (and you talking that shit) rich rap scholar (and you talking that shit) we plan to live forever (don't be talking that shit) you better get your shit together (stop talking that shit) it's the top of the division (still talking that shit) knock'em out position ('cause we talking that shit) anything can happen (so don't be talking that shit) now watch me go platinum (just for talking that shit)
1's for the money 2's for the weed spot undercover cops follow me though they need not it's like I'm Rick James caught in the mix rockin' thick chains from hood to hood aint shit changed supplying hits the type of cat hoes eye and dip tricking the same loot that
Yo Nate, shit is crazy, I shook hands with mad dead niggas yo, all the Niggas that used to be on the block, Ill Will, Marty, Black Ed, yo Son Mad niggas is gone, rest in peace though
Fifty-Two blocks, Gazelle frames Bald heads and heavy chains Somehow caught in the game Back in '83, before cable TV When these so called thug niggas played in the street I used to hear the stories Live niggas here before me Like the Rich Porters, the Fat Cats, the Pauly's Outlaw league, from the street to the Pen Eyes glossy, niggas only speak when they bent Off the perfect mixture Forcin' down herbs and liquor Only hot slugs 'll hurt ya quicker Think it out and elevate, I gave years to the state As a 92-R-7478, it set me straight The changing of a stubborn cat The one that used to hustle on the block mad hard and loved to rap In goose down coats and wool hats, the youth in me I guess life on the streets ain't what it used to be
I remember When niggas used to live it up, live it up Flashin' dough all night I remember When niggas didn't give a fuck, gettin' drunk Shootin' guns all night
Straight shots of Hen with no chaser Mo' paper, stubborn, hard headed like Joe Frazier The Gremlins, the pack that I come with Keep gats by the stomach Act up and stack hundreds Niggas don't want it, see me I be the ring leader, Lion tamer Do the bankhead and Macarena A black entertainer, bottom line Ya'll niggas know who got the hottest rhymes Face it, I got the whole globe on some Nate shit Straight from the corners to the covers of the latest Rap Pages Turn the Projects to black Vegas Don Kingin' niggas, make 'em sign blank papers It's the American way, do my enemies pray or is it just me? Hustlin', hopin' the fiends trust me Talkin' to us, hold up, let me walk you through this Wannabe pimps, hoes, often shooters Niggas need to know what the truth is Fuck the sarcasm I miss my nigga Mark but God has 'em When I see his flics I start spazzin' I learned to let it go But I guess livin' this life a nigga never know
I remember When niggas used to live it up, live it up Flashin' dough all night I remember When niggas didn't give a fuck, gettin' drunk Shootin' guns all night
I used to love Starters, thug garments Boppin' into Spofford, R.O.R. on drug charges Writin' on walls, florescent markers and krylon Savin' my loot to buy a firearm Broken safety, borough hall and Jay street Hopped the train not knowin' that a fall awaits me Problems came when I started slingin' Late night I hear revolvers ringin' The echos cause cops to start Rodney Kingin' Many riots, is there any silence? Everybody sipped Henny, hustled with many clients Growin' up on the same block my Pops was raised Rocked waves, blend tapes playin' on hot days Brought the speakers out Police made us put the wrieffer out Peep it, I was too young to leave the house I'm tryin' to see the World, runnin' the streets without a care I remember it well 'cause I was there
I remember When niggas used to live it up, live it up Flashin' dough all night I remember When niggas didn't give a fuck, gettin' drunk Shootin' guns all night
I remember When niggas used to live it up, live it up Flashin' dough all night I remember When niggas didn't give a fuck, gettin' drunk Shootin' guns all night
I remember When niggas used to live it up, live it up Flashin' dough all night I remember When niggas didn't give a fuck, gettin' drunk Shootin' guns all night
Peep the reprucussions causing deep discussions brothers that fight might only speak to cousins rugged life but niggas in my fleet is stubborn grandma's they turn to Stella's when they need some loving my name holds weight, bigger than a Saint Bernard some think because its rap that it aint a job think again, i try to sepearate my do's from don'ts niggas be slittin they wrist, losing they hoes some dudes be confused when they broke misrabale, looking death in the eye dont blink quick to smile my hoodrats be women now, ?? lot yall'a always be my bitches lonely or not how much ass can i pass up? tilt your glass up this one's for the kids in Arkansas that shot they class up when I smoke I like my hash crushed beleive it or not Q-B forever niggas keeping it locked
smoking cheeba some supply it some'll grow it reefer some'll buy it some'll roll it the chronic if you try'd it then you know it the toxic i'm getting high when i roll it you know i wanna hit the chocolate some brothers love to see them clouds the hydro some brothers love to get aroused the la-la in some paper or a dutch the ganja i cant wait to get a rush marijuana
I play cards with Ray Charles cheat for a grand once I deal out the deck take a peak at his hand he got blackjacks but still losing is ?{weak I write a hook and feel my beat Trayino, Mike G should read his feet}? Play these niggas now in 98 no time to graze niggas cause they might tell white judges, like the icegrill hoes set you up-the same way that Pac and Mike fell Private affairs if I know your wife well switch to different subjects some of the styles that I hit you up with-a
I gots no birth records, no next of kin Know alotta motherfuckers got no best friends Know the weather checkin ten ten winds A.M., first and fifteenth I'm layin at the check cash in Think I'm playin, blink and I'm sprayin Wrong move, ask yourself which leg you wan' lose Cuz you gon lose I cripple niggas, from the complex to simple niggas Keep showin y'all with difficult this Kept the world sayin dunn but never been to the bridge What type of shit is that, fraudulence But what's the cause of it Nature came through, erasin all of it Stop the presses, groupie niggas ask alotta questions I repeat this is not a question If you don't reply quick enough I gotta press 'em Keep the glock by the intestines 38 waist, wit a belt Regardless of your stats, you could catch a shaft
HOOK: Believe me when I tell you this [2X] Nothing y'all can do for me [2X] I don't believe in selfishness This time I want my crew to eat, my crew We comin through a hundred strong [2X] Comin wit a hundred miles, a hundred miles Bumpin shit all summer long, bump that You want it then and want it now We want it now
[Verse 2] Yo, ayo I rap for my niggas, and rap for the hoes Rap when I'm gettin dressed, when I iron my clothes Depressed, I kick raps that change your whole mood It somehow, stick to your ribs like soul food Rap for wheelchairs, rap for canes Ace bandages and niggas wit sprains, stay limpin in pain I rap for math, english, even rap for science Gotta try to laugh, keep myself from cryin I rap for Giants, the Jets, the Yankess, the Mets It's New York, New York, from Clue to Flex New cassettes stay poppin up Your boo let me throw my cock
