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bishop lamont - no stoppin' carson lyrics

[verse one]
it’s the a-team b-tch
since i signed on the dotted line e’rything switched
dividends, french women’s opinions, eating habits
home and cell phone, a couple guns got added
cl!ck clack for your muhf-ckers mad at it
blow out your 40 watt, a couple shots through your attic
you heard the disses and gossip
hear me spit, no wonder n-ggas tried to stop it
but can’t prevent what god has sent, n-gga the prophet
and when i say profit i mean e’ry dime
that’s why i zoom through with something new every time
these rappers must be f-gs cause i’m always on they mind
but who’s still signed to dre? so i don’t pay it no mind
so fine
n-gga go ahead and hate b
i’m gettin’ so hot, f-ck it, i even hate me
i guess life sucks for any rapper that ain’t me

[hook] {x2}
yeah that’s right homie i get it poppin’
the cpt done hooked up with carson
d.a. on the map now the whole hood hoppin’
dre got my back so there ain’t no stoppin’

[verse two]
see the automatic i can make magic
abracadabra, wallah you a cadaver
forget my gun, got a knife, i’ll stab ya
you want to fight, catch fade, i’ll jab ya
avalon and del amo
screaming out carson everywhere that i go
hang, do my thang where they bang, 1-9-0
in front of del’s liquor with columbo the wino
i know
rappers think they can see me
not even if a medium with ouija
no way, the only way is if it’s on tv
all day, parlay, b-tches wanna please me
f-ck beef, i’d rather f-ck b-tches
f-ck gettin’ even, i’m gettin’ riches
cause success is the best revenge
so gracias dre, it’s time to do it again

[hook]

[verse three]
?? foes secretly admire
and the number one reason most rappers gon’ retire
my rims so big you can barely see the tire
each bar a box of red hots, i spit that fire
hock a lugie, watch it eat through the concrete
i’m the reason all them potholes is in the street
zip by with zip like a nascar
welcome to the jungle every hood’s madagascar
make a wrong turn, n-gga better have a fast car
i’m heavyweight, new champ thus far
y’all featherweight, too light, can’t spar
you write lowercase, rap sub par
i was rappin’ like that when i used to play ra god
i’m eons ahead of you peons
get off my d-ck before you get peed on
i rep the team every player wanna be on

[hook]

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