It Don't Stop

******* It Don't

Stop, so keep on flippin' your

Glock Whether it's drama or not. '

Cause somebody might run up in your spot, whether you servin' or not

That's how it go on the block.

Keep your eyes open because the polies they plot

Don't let your spot get hot, you gon' end up gettin' popped.

So when I'm in the drop

I'm strapped with my thumb *******ed

Only gon' take 1 shot, leave you stretched out on the block. [Z-Ro:]

I'm a mutha******' *******, every day all day

E.B.K. every 24 hours these

Houston streets made me this way

I spit it like

I live it homey & the way

I live is dangerous

******* Officer

Thornton Berry &

Precinct 5 for playin' games with us

Mad 'cause we in a big house, driveway look like a car lot

Since we young & black that's enough to make them

President ******* fall out

But I got the game from

J. Prince ******* &

I'm still learnin'

Able to flip with a suspended license, a sweet tooth & still burnin'

On top of 22 inches of chrome & they still turnin'

Tryin' to reach a bigger market

I don't have a plaque but

I'm still earnin'

More than a mutha*******, my kinfolk

Trae doin' his thing too

******* with us must be baldheaded so a hat is what

I brand you

Here's a couple of ******* *******s that would love to see me dead

And they can't stand the fact that

Joseph McVey is backed up by bread

Holla. [Chorus: Z-Ro]

******* It Don't

Stop, so keep on flippin' your

Glock Whether it's drama or not. '

Cause somebody might run up in your spot, whether you servin' or not

That's how it go on the block.

Keep your eyes open because the polies they plot

Don't let your spot get hot, you gon' end up gettin' popped.

So when I'm in the drop

I'm strapped with my thumb *******ed

Only gon' take 1 shot, leave you stretched out on the block. [Z-Ro:] (Say Ridgemont!)

Mo' City my mutha******' hood

My ******* Grady &

Mike Newsome in the streets up to no good

Tryin' to make good & get out the hood like

I did & I'm gon' help 'em do it '

Cause I got love for my real *******s &

I got extra chips to do it

Look I used to reap alot of *******t now

I'm startin' to sew some

Remember when

I was dirt broke & love nobody showed none

That's the reason

I ain't smilin' when you see me in person

I'm tryin' to peep out my surroundings 'cause them jackers be lurkin'

Ain't none of that takin' my car or my chain, ******* you must be smokin'

Ain't nuttin' smoother than to violent his ass &

I'll leave yo' head open

I'm a roll the way

I wanna roll in the 3 or the glass house

Rov' Rangin' with mutha*******s displayin' my glass mouth

Hit my licks & get off the game 'fore they get me

I cash out

Be somewhere down in water, off season with a big mustache mouth

Barefooted on the beach *******, just me & my fam

Don't make these bullets melt in your mouth from this heat in my hand

Holla. [Chorus: Z-Ro]

******* It Don't

Stop, so keep on flippin' your

Glock Whether it's drama or not. '

Cause somebody might run up in your spot, whether you servin' or not

That's how it go on the block.

Keep your eyes open because the polies they plot

Don't let your spot get hot, you gon' end up gettin' popped.

So when I'm in the drop

I'm strapped with my thumb *******ed

Only gon' take 1 shot, leave you stretched out on the block. [Z-Ro:]

Listen, I been a sucker for love once,

I ain't gon' do it no more though

So listen up ******* you hoes won't get a red cent or rose though

Faster than the flash of a photo

I'm a beat & hit that

And if any lil' mama start to get possessive

I'll dismiss that

Not a jiggalo or nothin' like that, but

I like to beat it up

By smokin' 'dro & bumpin' some rap

Lil' mama get on top of me & put a **** in your back

But if you upset a *******

I promise you

I'm dumpin' the ghat

A couple of 7 point 2 6's right up under ya naps

Hit everybody that was involved & put 'em under the map

I run the streets like

Jackee Joyner-

Kersee plus

I run rap

I took a fall for 9 & a 1/2 months but

I had to come back

And at my arrival there was some ******* *******s with some yakkity yak

That hoe ass *******

DJ Den & his whole raggedy pack

Y'all *******s will never be

Gorillas or the

Screwed Up

Click So when you see me holla at me lace your shoes up *******

It's Screwed

Up Click 4

Life. [Chorus: Z-Ro]

******* It Don't

Stop, so keep on flippin' your

Glock Whether it's drama or not. '

Cause somebody might run up in your spot, whether you servin' or not

That's how it go on the block.

Keep your eyes open because the polies they plot

Don't let your spot get hot, you gon' end up gettin' popped.

So when I'm in the drop

I'm strapped with my thumb *******ed

Only gon' take 1 shot, leave you stretched out on the block.