shame It only made her stronger Don't stop, stop the music The world will keep turning if you use it, get out there and Don't stop, stop the music People
em in my world [Chorus] I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
: (feat. Eminem, 50Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck, Tony Yayo) [Intro: 50 Cent] I don't need Don Parrion I don't need Cris Tengo [?] I don't need shit
dem feel like Tell dem stop dreamin this is real life Eye red a who yuh really waan dem feel like Dem hitch up inna corna, wid dem tape recorda Waan fi play
!) DON'T STOP, WORK IT! (DON'T, DON'T...) OWW! PUMP IT UP, PUMP IT UP! OWW! (GET LOOSE NOW!) A PARTY, BABY! (SAY WHAT, SAY WHAT!) 2 LIVE, BABY! (IT AIN'T
bitch, don't stop Come on, girl, just make me hot 'Cause I'm down for the 69 You better get yours 'cause I gets mine Show what you got; bitch, stop frontin
it! Don't break it! It took your momma nine months to make it Bend over and spread 'em, girl Show-w-w me those pussy pearls Rub that ass and play with
Don't Stop, Don't Stop, Don't Stop Keep Goin' Don't Stop, Don't Stop, Don't Stop Keep Goin' Don't Stop, Don't Stop, Don't Stop Keep Goin' Don't Stop
But still don't let them see me sweat, suckers ain't trying to step They know they'll be breathing they last breathe Niggas ain't got no heart, but swear
money with my music while I move the crowd but now I gotta struggle day by night and night by day stuck with all these problems and these games people play
play me, just to shoot me You know how it is in the hood Dead men don't hear no applause Don't men don't go off on tours Dead men don't accept no awards
attention boy? I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss shit To be specific I go ballistic it's hieroglyphic My music is a drug, press play you ain't
what you don't know Kobe? Yeah, he's real with the flow Kick in the do' wavin' the flow-flow All you heard was stop, can't take the hits no more Ha, didn't
better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself by assumin My music
t really matter in the end They say it?s gonna stop Got people telling me I?m wasting my time and that Hip Hop?s going away I don?t believe it though
on death row Than tough it out like John Crow Badman naw play zero Naw lef mi family inna sorrow (Wha gwaan, Wha gwaan, Eh!) BEENIE MAN Don't take man
we feel'} [Verse Three] Yeah, your style's dated and you ain't came out yet Don't think you're +fresh+ cause you're rockin them outfits I think you're lost, cause you don't
your aspects Break more barriers than new concepts 'Cause what they can't stop me, no way The time is now, we ain't got time to play Hey, you, listen