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 Don't stop, I'm not yet stop, I'm not finished yet
Do you ever ask yourself, when are ever gonna stop? Do you ever ask yourself, when are gonna stop making those hits? Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop us dance? Do you ever ask When those bad boy are gonna stop making all this
I lick at intruders Take the coke money and in computers Tryin' to reach the next level, Rolex the ice bezel Coming through the ghetto, in a Carrero
But for now I'll the back of the cruiser Light sack for the three time losers Pour out some beer, bust out the and gentleman
Bullets leave you tremblin' up I got my Cuban cooking up We got it all from to Fishscale
New York to Ismail get locked, I'm gettin' My style is flashy like a fiver Going the globe, hunnies wearing silk robes Time to flip the script, bust the
Legend the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped To the feds, me if you can I'm a still with my man on the Peter Pan Get there and the bricks in the sand
They think I a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand So I can hit the boat and a shower Head to the airport, and hide the money in the tower blocks by the keys, L to the O to the X you'll see
Bad boy, bad boy, you gonna do What you gonna do they come for you (Gun cocking) You'll see, see (Gun cocking)
Bad boy, bad boy, you gonna do you gonna do when they come for you (Gun cocking) You'll see, see (Gun cocking)
See, 1996 man And we do the same thing to you we did to you in '95 We gonna hittin' you in your head with all that
Yeah aight then, you better act you know L to the O, X amount the Ain't change but the range since I got the inf. Dot on your head, take all strength
Yeah, I'm in it for the I'll get up in your seam while I'm sonning you like a from Queens My tape in your duel running me Tryin' to get in front of me playa, but you gettin' none of me
Better off gunnin' me, hot slugs numbing me 'Cause you and I both know, the flow is B When you it? Now or later? I get mine and slide like a fresh pair of
With my mega click, involved in bricks Niggaz is mega sick, and you we roll mega thick Up where they bust your man In the custom van, interrupt your
Now it's back to grams, damn, ain't that All that for frontin', what you gonna do? So let's things rationalized Everything I better nationalize
I'm into gettin' money, twistin' Niggaz is coupes while you on the stoop lookin' funny I'm a scorer, shorty the whole aura wasn't all that, that's why I never called her
It's all quick whips and fast knicks Gats with mad clips, TV's in your My style tight like when I touch you Seasoned Picatti, or Versace joints the buckle
Get the facts, I'm tryin' to get the Beamer with the Cop one for my man, so ill match around all crazy twistin' hunnies back And breakin' niggaz that come to with small stacks Really though, y'all, I never knew y'all Your click be like yellow lights, I'm through y'all
Bad boy, bad boy, you gonna do What you do when they come for you (Gun cocking) see, you'll see (Gun cocking)
Bad boy, bad boy, you gonna do you gonna do when they come for you (Gun cocking) You'll see, see (Gun cocking)
Yo, hard as it is to make a buck, I tryin' to get stuck So I'm a keep handlin' beef like I don't give a all about respect Tek-9's and papes Big house in Italy, in the yard with crushin' grapes
So I go to my steam room and give a long prayer Knowing that one day I'll be Sheek Luchion the Fatigued out in my or office Blunt spots and crooked cops can't shit so the town supports this (Uh-hun)
My staff rollin' in Jags, Cruisers, and Givin' rallies, and holdin' parades for the groups Now you gon' do? they come for you
The same thing you been Eye And bubble gum (Whoh) While me and my mans are
Who you think the ladies are Vansons, I'm dancing in the mansion So cheers to life of the ice in your chains and watches And you'll see how we this
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 come for you (Gun cocking) You'll see, see (Gun cocking)
Click, click, uh, uh, uh Niggaz it but ain't livin' it Crystal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and shit 'Gator trunks bitch, blunts with the williest of the Willy
Hitchlin' cocked M-1's and millies Stories a motherfucker (That's right) Model bitches wondering if I'm a fuck her She know I treats my bitches like
and Gabana Big poppa slippin' diamonds shinin'
Dinner the wifey winin', dinin' Smoking in Bogota With Colombian niggaz named And Englique and
Games we play endin' bending over with ease For a of Moschino jeans And Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped
on top Under the of 'em
From duplex to Stashing hidin' G's overseas in my V's Game elevates, I make
Get's your stocks and real estates, Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white plans with my mans Dark land, smoke tint chrome rims and system
That leaves rear views tremblin' What you do when poppa catch an attitude Drop to knees and show gratitude Kiss my it's a Frank White thing I stay potent is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it
You'll see, see (Don't stop)