Yeah, 'Pac, Dat Daz (Yeah) All up in this
Don't stop, goin' stop, keep goin' Don't stop, goin' Don't stop, keep
Don't stop, keep Don't stop, keep Don't stop, stop
Keep it goin', got my nigga Capone Ha ha ha ha, yeah, lot of fakers is out there get around these backwoods Get around they mommas, pull up they Hide they and start to act good, ha ha ha ha ha
Who with the crazy, illest niggaz in town? (I do) Killin' willingly, who got the to make a sound? My sound block, corners, avenues and drives It's about time the is arrived
I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm steel givin' these niggaz no passes on livin' (No passes) I spend major loot on suits Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat and leather boots
I box niggaz twice my size, I wit a fo'-five Lick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the live I live the unusual, life So pay attention when I come for you and your crew
As just a man and his music, I afraid to use it Bruise you badly, you want confusion, I it's useless To to this, we in effect, we dangerous Contendin' mental murderers and ain't to diss, biatch (Yeah)
Now, I been called to fade me it's not possible (Ha ha) I give a fuck, what you or who you brought witchu? (Bad Boy killer) A Bad Boy killer, annihilator wonderin' why he breathin' but bitches is dyin' later (Ah)
Better now then cry when I come to get you I hit you with two glocks and leave you with scar On some shit (Loco) My smoke yo' shit (Smoke)
Let's go for dolo, biatch and watch me yo' shit Mr, Makaveli movin' like telekinesis It's like a game, let's play wit real pieces (Hell yeah) Shots rang and brains were split
Bad Boy affiliated (Bad Boy killer) Nigga was I hit the funeral and busted his And leave the scene like a in a blaze of smoke stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, goin' stop, keep goin' Don't stop, keep
stop, keep goin' Don't stop, goin' Don't stop, keep
Well, it's that seventeen shot glock cocker, the block (Fool) hooligan, verbal assault chopper Finally televised, Kurupt, Daz (Resides) Lethal with mics like guns, and knifes
Those who are my foes, all stand in rows MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone (That's nigga) I packs when it's cold Too much pressure makes ya so lo' and behold
Why you for the poetical Satan? slaughters, runnin' through camps like Walter Payton I ya breath (Ah) And bust there's no one left
Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like (I'm the man, nigga) I don't ya (I don't)
The second I get a chance I'ma ya No matter where, you could be in Russia, touch ya (Like that) Vocal assassin, by cash Shoot for the loot, brownies and mags
Don't stop, keep Don't stop, keep Don't stop, keep Don't stop, goin'
stop, keep goin' Don't stop, keep Don't stop, keep stop, don't stop
Let the bump, biatch (Let the bump) For everybody out that got the humps in they Jeep Big Suburbans, they Lexuses, Beemers
We gon' break it down a somethin' like this For you to get yo' sub on yo' neighborhood it up, check it out
They claim to be down, say they down (Man, you, man) one