Don't Stop

'Pac, Dat ***** Daz yeah Kurupt

All up in this *****

Don't stop, keep goin

Don't stop..

Don't stop..

Keep it goin, got my ***** Slip Capone

Hahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there

****** get around these backwoods

Get around they mommas, pull up they pants

Hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha!

Who mashes with the crazy, illest ****** in town? I do

Killin willingly, who got the right to make a sound?

My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives

It's about time the mashin is arrived

I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin steel

Steadily givin these ****** no passes on livin no passes

I spend major loot on khaki suits

Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots

I box ****** twice my size, I bust wit a fo'-five

Lick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live

I live the unusual, crucial life

So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew

As just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it

Bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless

To step to this, we in effect, we dangerous

Contendin mental murderers and ain't afraid to diss

Biatch! yeah

Now I been called crazy, to fade me it's not possible haha

I give a ****, what you thought, or who you brought witchu?

Bad Boy killer A Bad Boy killer, Biggie annihilator

They wonderin why he breathin, but ******* is dyin later ahh

Better laugh now, then cry when I come to get you

I hit you with two glocks, and leave you with scar tissue

On some loco **** loco, my pistol smoke yo' **** smoke

Let's go for dolo BIATCH, and watch me flow yo' ****

Mr., Makaveli movin pieces like telekenesis

It's like a chess game, let's play wit real pieces hell yeah

Shots rang and ****** brains were spilt

Another Bad Boy affiliated Bad Boy killer ***** was kilt

I hit the funeral and busted his folks

And leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke

Don't stop, keep goin

Don't stop, keep goin........

Well it's that seventeen shot glock cocker, the block rocker fool

Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chopper

Finally televised - Kurupt, Daz reside resides

Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knifes

Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows

Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone

That's that ***** I packs heat when it's cold

Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold

Why you waitin for the poetical Satan?

Creatin slaughters, runnin through camps like Walter Payton

I snatch ya breath aah! and bust 'til there's no one left

Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth

I'm the man ***** I don't trust ya I don't

The second I get a chance I'ma bust ya

No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya

Like that Vocal assassin, motivated by cash

Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags

Don't stop, keep goin

Don't stop, don't stop.......

Let the speakers bump - BIATCH! let the speakers bump

For everybody out there that got the humps in they Jeep

Big Suburbans, they Lexuses, they Beemers

We gon' break it down a lil' somethin like this

For you to get yo' sub on throughout yo' neighborhood

Turn it up, check it out

They claim to be down, they say they down man **** you man

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