Big Moe, Z-Ro, Dirty $ (USA) - We Won't Stop lyrics

Son of a bitches got my name in they mouth
I knock they woman down and leave
My drawers at they house

Better not run up on Big Moe
Leave that boy alone

Stankin and swinging on niggas like
I was Roy Jones
Motorola, benjamin folder, slab holder
Crushing these motherfuckers bout the
Size of a polar
Bear, I swear, you better beware
I'ma let it go leaving bout
Spots in your hair
Life is hard but it's fare
Ain't nothing for free
Get off my balls you niggas
Ain't taking nothing from me
Cause, I done mashed, for my cash
And if I got to go now I get down and mash


I'm still gangsta man, you better feel that
Ain't nobody
Wrecking the shop where nigga kill at
Get your wig peeled back
M, my inventions, stay out of mine
Have you limping, to a crawl you out of time

H Town streets it be too hot, get your Glock
It don't stop
Unless you want to cop a burial plot
D Town streets shermed out
Soldiers on the block it don't stop
And it be quick to give your pistol a cock
Little Rock streets it be too hot
Get your Glock it don't stop
Unless you want to cop a burial plot
Louisana streets shermed out soldiers
On the block it don't stop
And it be quick to give your pistol a cock

I'm a Mo City soldier and I'ma be
Quick to give my pistol a cock
When I be dumping on son of
A bitches bout a regular lot
Don't come around here with no plex
Fuck around
And pull out the jaws of life and
Snatch your dome smooth off your neck
To my people when I call collect
My fond money under my bed
And I'ma jump on when I touch down
And keep bringing it to they head
Hell naw I ain't never been scared
A bit of thing inside myself
Cause, I might accidentally bust me
Out these guns on myself
Being the king of the Killa Klan and
Disco Dan and from the Tre
May a slug hit you spit your fuck
Miss and your uh reefer done J
Blue and gray or red and black ain't
No set tripping cause we down
Leaving a trail of bloody murders through
Your city and through your town
Who would you run to
Would you light up like a woman
Or pull a gun fool
And on top of decision making we ain't
Having none of that riff raff
Fuck around and open you up
Just like a big slash

Chi Town streets it be too hot
Get your Glock it don't stop
Unless you want to cop a burial plot
New York streets shermed out
Soldiers on the block it don't stop
And it be quick to give your pistol a cock
? streets it be too hot, get your Glock
It don't stop
Unless you want to cop a burial plot
Florida streets
Shermed out soldiers on the block
It don't stop
And it be quick to give your pistol a cock

We got bars and stripes, boy and sprites
Polite on mics the type of cats
That keep boys on pipe
With they jaws on extra tight
And they extra hype
Full of that shit to make
Us and they drawers ignite
And we gone fatten the fire, fuel and flames
Get them brains
Leaving gangsta we off the chain
Who run trains till they off the track
Wolfpack up in Playboy mansion I have
All these bunnies back
We got money stacks, homes and lacs
Farms and gats for any?tom
Dick hairy and jack?
Who want to know where our hearts be at
Come hear the
Clickity clack, rock-a-bye baby baby
Back back we can do it like this and
We can do it like that
Crack your hands high here's your
Skull cap to hoes
Snap a photo for your folks and
Close your favorite pack of smokes
Cheater, we ain't no joke it's cut
Throat style we won't stop

Memphis streets it be too hot, get your Glock
It don't stop
Unless you want to cop a burial plot
LA streets shermed out soldiers on the block
It don't stop
And it be quick to give your pistol a cock
Detroit streets it be too hot, get your Glock
It don't stop
Unless you want to cop a burial plot
Dirty Third streets shermed out
Soldiers on the block it don't stop
And it be quick to give your pistol a cock