[Daz] Yeah.. ' Pac, Dat ***** Daz (yeah) Kurupt All up in this ******* [Intro] Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*) Don't stop.. Don't stop.. [Spoken over Intro] Keep it goin, got my ***** Slip Capone Hahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there *****z get around these backwoods Get around they mommas, pull up they pants hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha! [Daz] Who mashes with the crazy, illest *****z in town? (I do) Killin willingly, who got the right to make a sound? My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives It's about time the ma*******n is arrived I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin steel Steadily givin these *****z no passes on livin (no passes) I spend major loot on khaki suits Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots I box *****z twice my size, I bust wit a fo'-five Lick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live I live the unusual, crucial life So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew as just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it Bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless to step to this, we in effect, we dangerous Contendin mental murderers and ain't afraid to diss Biatch! (yeah) [2Pac] Now I been called crazy, to fade me it's not possible (haha) I give a *****, what you thought, or who you brought witchu? (Bad Boy killer) A Bad Boy killer, Biggie annihilator They wonderin why he breathin, but ******* is dyin later (ahh) Better laugh now, then cry when I come to get you I hit you with two glocks, and leave you with scar tissue On some loco *******t (loco), my pistol smoke yo' *******t (smoke) Let's go for dolo BIATCH, and watch me flow yo' *******t Mr., Makaveli movin pieces like telekenesis It's like a chess game, let's play wit real pieces (hell yeah) Shots rang and *****z brains were spilt Another Bad Boy affiliated (Bad Boy killer) ***** was kilt I hit the funeral and busted his folks and leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke Don't stop, keep goin [Chorus] Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*) [Kurupt] Well it's that seventeen shot glock ****er, the block rocker (fool) Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chopper Finally televised - Kurupt, Daz reside (resides) Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knifes Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone (That's that *****) I packs heat when it's cold Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold Why you waitin for the poetical Satan? Creatin slaughters, runnin through camps like Walter Payton I snatch ya breath (aah!) and bust 'til there's no one left Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth (I'm the man *****) I don't trust ya (I don't) The second I get a chance I'ma bust ya No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya (Like that) Vocal assassin, motivated by cash Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags [Chorus] Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 7X*) Don't stop, don't stop .. Let the speakers bump - BIATCH! (let the speakers bump) For everybody out there that got the humps in they Jeep Big Suburbans, they Lexuses, they Beemers We gon' break it down a lil' somethin like this for you to get yo' sub on throughout yo' neighborhood Turn it up, check it out [Daz] They claim to be down, they say they down (man ***** you man) Number one..
[Daz] Yeah.. ' Pac, Dat ***** Daz (yeah) Kurupt All up in this ******* [Intro] Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*) Don't stop.. Don't stop.. [Spoken over Intro] Keep it goin, got my ***** Slip Capone Hahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there *****z get around these backwoods Get around they mommas, pull up they pants hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha! [Daz] Who mashes with the crazy, illest *****z in town? (I do) Killin willingly, who got the right to make a sound? My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives It's about time the ma*******n is arrived I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin steel Steadily givin these *****z no passes on livin (no passes) I spend major loot on khaki suits Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots I box *****z twice my size, I bust wit a fo'-five Lick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live I live the unusual, crucial life So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew as just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it Bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless to step to this, we in effect, we dangerous Contendin mental murderers and ain't afraid to diss Biatch! (yeah) [2Pac] Now I been called crazy, to fade me it's not possible (haha) I give a *****, what you thought, or who you brought witchu? (Bad Boy killer) A Bad Boy killer, Biggie annihilator They wonderin why he breathin, but ******* is dyin later (ahh) Better laugh now, then cry when I come to get you I hit you with two glocks, and leave you with scar tissue On some loco *******t (loco), my pistol smoke yo' *******t (smoke) Let's go for dolo BIATCH, and watch me flow yo' *******t Mr., Makaveli movin pieces like telekenesis It's like a chess game, let's play wit real pieces (hell yeah) Shots rang and *****z brains were spilt Another Bad Boy affiliated (Bad Boy killer) ***** was kilt I hit the funeral and busted his folks and leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke Don't stop, keep goin [Chorus] Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*) [Kurupt] Well it's that seventeen shot glock ****er, the block rocker (fool) Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chopper Finally televised - Kurupt, Daz reside (resides) Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knifes Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone (That's that *****) I packs heat when it's cold Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold Why you waitin for the poetical Satan? Creatin slaughters, runnin through camps like Walter Payton I snatch ya breath (aah!) and bust 'til there's no one left Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth (I'm the man *****) I don't trust ya (I don't) The second I get a chance I'ma bust ya No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya (Like that) Vocal assassin, motivated by cash Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags [Chorus] Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 7X*) Don't stop, don't stop .. Let the speakers bump - BIATCH! (let the speakers bump) For everybody out there that got the humps in they Jeep Big Suburbans, they Lexuses, they Beemers We gon' break it down a lil' somethin like this for you to get yo' sub on throughout yo' neighborhood Turn it up, check it out [Daz] They claim to be down, they say they down (man ***** you man) Number one..
