won't stop (2X) He told y'all he won't stop (2X) uh-uhh He told y'all he won't stop (2X) He told y'all he won't stop (2X) uh-
Lynch We started producing the hits That "Niggaz in Black EP" and endangered "Nigga Deep" In 1991 we hit the streets in Sicx's Caprice [Verse 2:] South
Original roughnecks, hear [laughing] Check! [Chorus 2x] Nobody burn them blocks like-a we Nobody bust them heads like-a we Nobody could outshine we Tha
I got ta strike If I wanna live tight Plus ah..we takin over..this whole town And if you happen to bump into me or my crew nigga bown down They ask me
Got a motel and Built a fort out of sheets I finally found you My missing puzzle piece Baby, baby, baby ohh Like baby, baby, baby noo Like baby, baby,
I don't floss no more, I drop jewels They hope we might chill the heights real Still we got fire that will melt your ice grill Know the deal once we
Cause the boys had to pin the shit on somebody And me and my crew we were known to get ill We carried heat for protection but not to kill We bust a corner
Outlaw, outlaw, we rate these breaks That shit we don't got be that shit we gotta take [verse 2 - merciless x] It's the merciless x Like malcolm Black
the drug spots Livin' off that cheap Chinese food He says he only bumps the people when he's in the mood Runnin' 'round with his crews and his 2-2
Screw you know we popped up in a foreign hoo-doo we came through and we sippin on that drank barre we comin down lookin like playas and like stars you
told y'all he won't stop (2X) He told y'all he won't stop (2X) uh uhh He told y'all he won't stop (2X) He told y'all he won't stop (2X) uh uhh [
Prince, Jazzy Jeff [Chorus] - 2X Simphony and Simphony 2 Main Source Live at the Barbeque Nas and Akinyele debut EZ Ice, Soulman Def Squad, Hit Squad 2 Live Crew
they feel ya* they screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeah mister, mister quick to get witcha chick if she get off quick for this* she be like yeah, yeah, yeah (verse 2
we sent deebo back to back to back We still be buildin' stacks and packs rollin through the blacks black ashtrays with blunt reds and crack sacs We sittin' and chillin
I don't wanna even join the casket crew Too bad mutha fucka be back in a few, yo chill, chill chill yo, shit I swear to God, it feel like death is fucking
whip Two step, you slipped, get your whole crew wet [AZ] Stand like the Eiffel, move spiteful Sport the Nike shoe, nice with the mic since high school Fuck who like
t get with this Hardcore scientifical, far from typical My rap style, is dy-no-mite It make you wanna be like the e double, and not like mike Yo, bust