Streetlife - Can't Stop, Won't Stop lyrics
[Streetlife - Can't Stop, Won't Stop lyrics]
Yeah, yo, yeah, yo, yea
I can't stop, won't stop, don't stop, get it
Get it
I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it
Get it
I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it
Get it
I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it
Get it
I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it
Get it
I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it
Get it
I can't stop, won't stop, don't stop, get it
Get it
I can't stop, won't stop, don't stop, get it
Get it
We niggas with attitudes, don't approach us
Or the guns'll start coming out the hostlers
Who wanna bang bang? Do you really, really?
I smoke niggas like blunts
Mixed with illy-illy
I'm down for whatever, whenever, who wit' it
Niggas want mine? Come get it
I send you to your maker
Take me to your leader
All nonbelievers, get slapped with the heater
I'm straight thugging it
Gotta say I'm loving it
Got my middle finger up at the government
I want it all, the fame, the fortune
I'm tryna get it, before I'm dead in a coffin
The drama thickens, my baby momma's bitching
I can't complain cause nobody's listening
So feel my pain, I'm hurting the same
Faggot niggas kicking dirt on my name
I'm Streetlife
A yo, they don't call me Street for nothing
You know, you can lose your life for fronting
Oh no, Staten Island niggas is coming
It's like whoa, younging
Let me show you something
Yeah, we down for the cause, we all outlaws
When we kick down the door
Everybody hit the floor
When we bust off a shot
Drop it like it's hot
Uh huh, nobody move, nobody get popped
I'm holding you hostage, you, rap impostors
All you fake gangstas, and wanna be mobsters
All you stank bitches
That suck dick and gossip
Keep my name out your mouth
Hands out my pocket
Uh huh, I'm certified street
Check my credentials
Quick to snuff a nigga, fuck up his dentals
Uh huh, a little mental, my screws is loose
Like Ol' Dirty Bastard
With the missing tooth
Uh huh, don't count me out, deal me in
I got hang time, I play 'above the rim'
You ride the pine
Watch mine move from the sideline
I don't need the lime light, nigga
I got shine
A yo, they don't call me Street for nothing
You know, you can lose your life for fronting
Oh no, Staten Island niggas is coming
It's like whoa, younging
Let me show you something
I can't stop, won't stop, don't stop, get it
Get it
I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it
Get it
I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it
Get it
I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it
Get it
I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it
Get it
I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it
Get it
I can't stop, won't stop, don't stop, get it
Get it
I can't stop, won't stop, don't stop, get it
Get it
We niggas with attitudes, don't approach us
Or the guns'll start coming out the hostlers
Who wanna bang bang? Do you really, really?
I smoke niggas like blunts
Mixed with illy-illy
I'm down for whatever, whenever, who wit' it
Niggas want mine? Come get it
I send you to your maker
Take me to your leader
All nonbelievers, get slapped with the heater
I'm straight thugging it
Gotta say I'm loving it
Got my middle finger up at the government
I want it all, the fame, the fortune
I'm tryna get it, before I'm dead in a coffin
The drama thickens, my baby momma's bitching
I can't complain cause nobody's listening
So feel my pain, I'm hurting the same
Faggot niggas kicking dirt on my name
I'm Streetlife
A yo, they don't call me Street for nothing
You know, you can lose your life for fronting
Oh no, Staten Island niggas is coming
It's like whoa, younging
Let me show you something
Yeah, we down for the cause, we all outlaws
When we kick down the door
Everybody hit the floor
When we bust off a shot
Drop it like it's hot
Uh huh, nobody move, nobody get popped
I'm holding you hostage, you, rap impostors
All you fake gangstas, and wanna be mobsters
All you stank bitches
That suck dick and gossip
Keep my name out your mouth
Hands out my pocket
Uh huh, I'm certified street
Check my credentials
Quick to snuff a nigga, fuck up his dentals
Uh huh, a little mental, my screws is loose
Like Ol' Dirty Bastard
With the missing tooth
Uh huh, don't count me out, deal me in
I got hang time, I play 'above the rim'
You ride the pine
Watch mine move from the sideline
I don't need the lime light, nigga
I got shine
A yo, they don't call me Street for nothing
You know, you can lose your life for fronting
Oh no, Staten Island niggas is coming
It's like whoa, younging
Let me show you something