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mac dre - it don't stop lyrics

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 k!llin’ 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-ggas
and drug dealers
manajetuahs and jaguars getting chopped in the drop
k!llin’ haters that act hard n-gga 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 k!lls hoes
pullin’ no mercy on these busters ain’t no callin’ the cops
and my nine is comin’ to f-ck you n-gga 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-ggas take g’s, make g’s, but it ain’t free
pimp n-ggas laced me when i was a baby, how to slang d
and stained me, a suck ya up n-gga lip locked but i can’t speak
now it’s crazy, n-ggas 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 k!llin’, soldiers willin’
so i do it for thug n-ggas 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-ggas 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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