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big moe - we won't stop lyrics

[big moe]
son of a b-tches got my name in they mouth
i knock they woman down and leave my drawers at they house

[z-ro]
better not run up on big moe, leave that boy alone

[big moe]
stankin and swinging on n-ggas like i was roy jones
motorola, benjamin folder, slab holder
crushing these motherf-ckers 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 b-lls you n-ggas 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 n0body
wrecking the shop where n-gga k!ll at get your wig peeled back
m, my inventions, stay out of mine
have you limping, to a crawl you out of time

[chorus: z-ro]
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 c-ck
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 c-ck

[z-ro]
i’m a mo city soldier and i’ma be quick to give my pistol a c-ck
when i be dumping on son of a b-tches bout a regular lot
don’t come around here with no plex, f-ck around
and pull out the jaws of life and sn-tch 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
h-ll 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 k!lla klan and disco dan and from the tre
may a slug hit you spit your f-ck 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 bl–dy 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
f-ck around and open you up just like a big slash

[chorus]
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 c-ck
? 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 c-ck

[dirty &]
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 sh-t 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 d-ck hairy and jack?
who want to know where our hearts be at, come hear the
cl!ckity 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

[chorus]
memphis streets it be too hot, get your glock
it don’t stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot
l.a. streets shermed out soldiers on the block
it don’t stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a c-ck
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 c-ck

- big moe lyrics

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