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mac dre - it don't stop lyrics

(feat. free throw, d-milli, dubee)

[verse one: free throw]

well let me introduce myself
a young go getter mind locked on havin’ wealth
livin’ wild with this thug style, i got these hoes
tuggin’ all on my avirex clothes
a young brown mafioso, i put my foot through the door
infrared light smilin’ t-tle, desert eagle 4-4
layin’ cubans on the floor,
i send my ghetto troopers to the mother load
to sn-tch a bottle of a-1 yo,
i’m hearin’ rapid fire through the house
eternal warfare with heavy weaponry
me and my soldiers ain’t scared,
you get a bullet to the head in trainin’ if you don’t aim for the head
so i know my young shooters left somebody dead around the corner
plus got the yola out the trunk bendin’ over
its daytime i can’t wait till it turns to night
cause that’s the time when ghetto stars come out and shine

[verse two: d-milli]

quicker than outlaws i draw on haters with glocks and techs
buckin’ at undercover agents dippin’ off quick in the lex
that’s my trigger finger f-ck ’em lets bring the heat to the street
gave him one to the head and there he dead eternally asleep
deep in this cold world where there’s no love, what the f-ck should i do?
people be killin’ they family for yola not trustin’ in you
but now i’m teachin’ you some ackrite
with forty-fives and flashlights
f-ckin’ around with thug n-gg-s
and drug dealers
manajetuahs and jaguars getting chopped in the drop
killin’ haters that act hard n-gg- like it or not
cause it’s a hold up, your hands go up real slow
should’ve told ya that i’m a soldier who kills hoes
pullin’ no mercy on these busters ain’t no callin’ the cops
and my nine is comin’ to f-ck you n-gg- ballin’ or not

[verse three: dubee]

i’m off in this sh-t like mr. hanky, janky, but when it gets stanky
time to rape fiends, my n-gg-s take g’s, make g’s, but it ain’t free
pimp n-gg-s laced me when i was a baby, how to slang d
and stained me, a suck ya up n-gg- lip locked but i can’t speak
now it’s crazy, n-gg-s be lazy, imbecilic, milli vanillic,
can’t speak on it but i feel it, i’m the villain stealin’ scrillion
convo be thrillin’ your brain waves get to healin’
just to reach out and touch you
train of thought make a killin’, soldiers willin’,
so i do it for thug n-gg-s and drug dealers through the snow and rain
focused on fetti f-ck how it came, steady remain
paper over hoes, and stay on my toes
and air these n-gg-s out like sandals,
blow ’em out like candles
handle my business and listen to my theezo
and in this thuggin’ category i keep it sharp as a needle
breathe on busters and bust the tech and make it go blah blah
funkin’ with cops and duckin’ the law play boy it won’t stop

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