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Don't stop, I'm not yet
stop, I'm not finished yet
Don't stop, I'm not yet
Don't stop, I'm not yet

Don't stop, I'm not yet
stop, I'm not finished yet
Don't stop, I'm not yet
stop, I'm not finished yet

Do you ever ask yourself, when are they ever gonna
Do you ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making those hits?
Do you ever ask yourself, are they gonna stop making us dance?
Do you ever ask
When those bad boy are gonna stop making all money?

I shots at intruders
Take the coke money and invest in
Tryin' to reach the next level, Rolex the ice bezel
Coming the ghetto, in a Porsche Carrero

But for now play the back of the cruiser
Light another sack for the three time
Pour out beer, bust out the ruger
and gentleman

Bullets leave you tremblin'
up
I got my Cuban mommy up
We got it all from to Fishscale

New to Ismail get locked, I'm gettin' bail
My style is like a fiver strobes
Going around the globe, hunnies wearing robes
to flip the script, bust the whip

Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk
To the feds, me if you can
I'm a transport with my man on the Peter Pan
Get there and the bricks in the sand

They I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand
So I can hit the and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the
Stack blocks by the keys, L to the O to the X see

Bad boy, bad boy, you gonna do
What you do when they come for you
(Gun cocking)
You'll see, see
(Gun cocking)

Bad boy, bad boy, what you do
What you gonna do when they for you
(Gun cocking)
You'll see, see
(Gun cocking)

See, it's man
And we gonna do the same to you we did to you in '95
We gonna keep hittin' you in head with all that

Yeah aight then, you better act you know
L to the O, X amount the
nothin' change but the range since I got the inf.
Dot on your head, take all your

Yeah, I'm in it for the
I'll get up in your seam while I'm you like a nigga from Queens
My tape in your duel cassette me
Tryin' to get in of me playa, but you ain't gettin' none of me

Better off gunnin' me, hot slugs numbing me
'Cause you and I both know, the is coming B
When you it? Now or later?
I get mine and like a fresh pair of 'gators

With my mega click, in Montega bricks
Niggaz is mega sick, and you know we mega thick
Up north where bust your man
In the custom van, your plans

Now it's back to grams, damn, ain't that
All for frontin', what you gonna do? Nothin'
So let's keep rationalized
Everything I write better

I'm into money, twistin' hunnies
Niggaz is buyin' coupes while you on the stoop lookin'
I'm a scorer, love the whole aura
Pussy wasn't all that, that's why I never her

It's all about quick and fast knicks
with mad clips, TV's in your whips
My style tight like Gotti I touch you
Seasoned Picatti, or Versace joints with the

Get the facts, I'm tryin' to get the Beamer with the
Cop one for my man, so ill shits
around all crazy twistin' hunnies back
And breakin' niggaz that come to gamble small stacks
Really though, screw y'all, I knew y'all
Your click be like lights, I'm runnin' through y'all

Bad boy, bad boy, what you do
What you do when they come for you
(Gun cocking)
You'll see, see
(Gun cocking)

Bad boy, bad boy, what you do
What you gonna do they come for you
(Gun cocking)
see, you'll see
(Gun cocking)

Yo, hard as it is to make a buck, I ain't to get stuck
So I'm a keep handlin' beef like I don't a fuck
all about respect Tek-9's and papes
Big house in Italy, in the yard with hunnies crushin'

So I go down to my steam room and give a long
Knowing that one day I'll be Luchion the mayor
out in my house or office
Blunt spots and crooked cops can't grow so the town supports this
(Uh-hun)

My staff in Jags, Cruisers, and Coupes
Givin' rallies, and holdin' parades for the lifers
Now you gon' do?
they come for you

The thing you been doing
Eye
And bubble gum
(Whoh)
me and my mans are pursuin'

Who you think the are enhancin'
Rocking Vansons, I'm in the mansion
So cheers to life of the ice in your chains and watches
And you'll see how we lock

Bad boy, bad boy, what you do
What you gonna do when come for you
(Gun cocking)
see, you'll see
(Gun cocking)

Bad boy, bad boy, you gonna do
What you gonna do they come for you
(Gun cocking)
see, you'll see
(Gun cocking)

Click, click, uh, uh, uh
Niggaz it but ain't livin' it
Crystal I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit
'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the

Hitchlin' cocked M-1's and millies
Stories a motherfucker
(That's right)
bitches wondering if I'm a fuck with her
She know I treats my like Ivana

Dolce and

Big never slippin'
H-class diamonds

Dinner with the winin', dinin'
cigars in Bogota
With niggaz named Panama
And and shit

Games we life endin'
bending over with ease
For a pair of Moschino
And Donna Karan tops I got your bank stopped

on top

Under the of 'em

From to mansion
Stashing hidin' G's overseas
in my V's
Game elevates, I make

Get's your stocks and estates, bitch
Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white
Discussing with my mans
Dark blue land, smoke chrome rims and system

That leaves your views tremblin'
What you do when poppa catch an attitude
Drop to your knees and show
Kiss my rings a Frank White thing I stay potent
Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep it

You'll see, see
(Don't stop)