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i-20 - can't be stopped lyrics

i knooooooowwwww, i know i can’t be stooooopped!

[verse 1]
yea, uh, deala, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh…
the definition of trillness, outta the south
just that real sh-t, not anotha n-gga runnin’ his mouth
pay attention, i’ll explain why i can’t be stopped
and how i came to be the man on every neighborhood block
bronson, a young fly n-gga straight out the slums
candy paint on monte carlos in the decks where i’m from
remember when i was first back from pullin’ the first grab
or when the crack came i was the n-gga with the first slam
who wants the ‘yours truly’, y’all cannot school me
put so much c0ke on the streets, pepsi tried to sue me
wearin’ a throwback, i dropped faces and ? crack
and if i can’t rap, the trap is where i’ll go back
this just one dimension, of a n-gga spittin
you’re now welcomed to the dawnin of a new beginnin
i’m the quarterback of crack because it’s logical
don’t want that yay, i’ll switch up the plate, call me the honorable
deala not yo average d-ck ridin’ b-tch n-gga
i’m more like a benz 6 ridin’ sick n-gga
you know you the ??? darkskinned, heavily tatted
??? spark ten, heavily gatted
c’mon dawg, you can’t f-ck with me, leave it alone
i got k!llaz on standby, breathe and it’s on
if this truly is a game then i’m the legend who wrote it
and be careful cuz the bases ain’t the only thing loaded

i knooooooowwwww, i know i can’t be stooooopped!
(i can’t be stopped, i can’t be stopped!)

[verse 2]
chrome wheelz on the 600, nuthin’ but wood
i-double, dtp, we ain’t nuthin’ but hood
you still tryina get a deal, but yo time’s runnin’ out
you diarrhea in yo -ss, the sh-t’s not comin’ out
okay, you dropped a lil’ album, still got no ends
i made more in a month doin ‘cris ad libs
do a background check on me, see how i live
don’t let that mac ground spit homey, think of yo kids
down hea, we for real, not just wordz and a rap
deala b-tch! the same love in the burbs or the trap
i can bang witchu, slang witchu, ride when i need to
drop somethin’, cop somethin’, slide when i need to
you don’t know me and all the warz that i’ve fought
in the club, f-ck the bottle, whole bar gets bought
bronson! i’mma made man, you do the knowledge
all you is just middle school, see me in college
p-ssy rimz are not legal, f-ck a learnin’ permit
me, i ride on grown men and the mirror’s the tint
y’all n-ggas not quiet ludacris, nowhere near shawnna
a mill ??? fate, and t-ty some otha drama
and t-t’ needs to get the t-tle let alone the respect
on every block i been on, not only the deck
it’s the same sh-t, different day, i’m stuck in my ways
dtp, we run the streets until i’m stuck in the grave

i knooooooowwwww, i know i can’t be stooooopped!
i knooooooowwwww, i know i can’t be stooooopped!
i knooooooowwwww, i know i can’t be stooooopped!
i knooooooowwwww, i know i can’t be stooooopped!

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