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2pac – shit don’t stop (feat. y.n.v.) lyrics


sh-t don’t stop (2x)

game rules often slang to the right fools
heavy hittin’ at this motherf-cker’s straight spittin’
diggin’ deep into your brain while tryin to explain
why real n-gg-s need to stick to the game
it’s the same got these motherf-ckers changin’ on me
jealous–ss player-haters gaming on me
look out motherf-cker homey-g
as in gettin’ motherf-ckers ‘fore they come get me
get down for the right for the wishes
fake -ss n-gg-, you in sh-t, for fightin’ over b-tches
you call that a player?
straight–ss sissy
see me at my show n-gg- miss me
cause i ain’t tryin’ to hear that bullsh-t
got a pistol motherf-cker try to pull quick
and just cause i’m rappin don’t mean i ain’t scr-ppin
and if you clip when the sh-t happens, it don’t stop


now my guess is true
them thug life n-gg-s is a bull
everywhere we go
the n-gg-s trippin at the door
i want to dance with you
you can dance at the party and not get whipped (1x)

see the sh-t don’t stop
my 9 goes pop
your body drip-drop
throw that -ss in a zip-loc

now you’ve been hauled away in a body bag
get your sammy d said how your blood got sneeze me

yo you f-ckin’ with a thug yo your -ss gets plugged
with this hollow-point slugs
with ya under the rug

that’s why my deaf n-gg-s don’t play that sh-t
in thug life n-gg-s be the craziest

so when you think about f-ckin’ this
you better wear a vest
but it really don’t matter
we ain’t aimin’ at your chest

nah we blowin holes in your motherf-ckin’ skull
make sure your -ss is smoked
that’s all the fat lady wrote

you heard that fat b-tch sing when my sh-t went bang-bang
but it don’t pay when i flaunt your brain

n-gg-, ain’t no plain cane brothers come no show
in the casket
git’n they -ss kicked
and blasted

it don’t stop


all i wanna do is try to mac the hoes
spin bank on thangs sellin me a sponsor on my foes
it’s like each and every one they got the look of death
i got my 9 n-gg-
don’t be silly
you better watch your step

and p-ss-es we crossin when my crew is flossin’
b-tches we tossin’
and n-gg-s we crossin’
it’s like a murder rhyme when we hit your hood
it’s all good
the punks? i wish you would!

wouldn’t better to just correlate what we bust
instead of kickin’ dust
gets a press y’all from nuts
cause ain’t no herbs here
and ain’t no morgues
beware of the water ’cause they full of sharks

but in every state
n-gg-s perpetrate and test
where i come from fools die for less
and thugs keep thugin’ till their casket drop
it’s on ’till i die
and the sh-t don’t stop