Clipse, Ab-Liva - Never Will It Stop lyrics

Never will it stop
The 50 in the duffel won't crush
It settles to the bottom like dust
Fuck what ya heard
You ain't countin' paper like us

Go-getter, I come from the
Corner like most niggas
Now from afar, I toast niggas, roast niggas
Anywhere, whichever the coast nigga
Compare me to them two ghost
Niggas - Hail Mary
Heart break when they tales fairy
I kissed that girl and I likes it
Like Kate Perry the tongue-tester
Niggas on the corner juggle Os for the king
Like a jester child of a lesser, God
So when I drop the top
It's my way of feeling closer to the Lord
Reaching for the heavens 'til then
I settle for the 7
30 floors upper, room key at the Western
With her on her back, and her on her knees
My ghetto ass trying to
Pronounce they dungarees
I say Raph, they say Raf Simon
They think it's real cute while
They giving me dome

Liva, heh, the cross I bear
So fly in that Purple Label cloth I wear
No matter the cost, I make Porsche like fear
Every stitch, every seam, when I floss
Y'all stare ferrari 500, them horse I tear
I circle, I veer, y'all pause like deer
In the headlights, mami play red light
Green light and hop that red torch I steer
There's no law I've feared
Arm glowin' like a roadside flare
King-pin so the soft I shared
I carried, I huddled, I dared, I muscled
I bled i sweated, I teared
Got crowned and got cheered
You 10 grand quarter pound ration
Went 36 flat, that's a asking
Now two-thirds got it for a fraction
A cinder, put in the dash in the fender
Dryer sheets
That cover that scent that it renders

Never will it stop
Ever, never, never will it stop
Ever, never, never will it stop
Ever, never, never will it stop
Never will it stop
The 50 in the duffel won't crush
It settles to the bottom like dust
Fuck what ya heard
You ain't countin' paper like us
A million in the ceiling I can touch

And still don't nothing move but the money
Nothing like 50 bricks wrapped like the mummy
With the return ensures the second coming
So tongue-numbing nigga
You can bet your last
Not a gram off either, you can bet your ass!
I stay with the fifth since
Niggas want to grab
Fast life, get it? Y'all is on the fast
And them hoes never say no
'less they on they rag
Louie bags, I trick 'em with good faith
In hopes they return the favor
With good face
Mentally, my mind in a good place
Wake up e'ery morning admiring landscape
Hell, even my garage a menage
Like my hoes exotic, same as my cars
Million dollar deposit
You suffer from withdrawals
I got in the game in the bag like I'm Claus

Never will it stop
Ever, never, never will it stop
Ever, never, never will it stop
Ever, never, never will it stop
Never will it stop
The 50 in the duffel won't crush
It settles to the bottom like dust
Fuck what ya heard
You ain't countin' paper like us
A million in the ceiling I can touch