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Thug Life - Shit Don't Stop lyrics
featuring 2Pac (2pac) Shit don't stop (2x) Game rules often slang to the right fools Heavy hittin' at this motherfucker's straight spittin' Diggin' deep into your brain while tryin to explain why real niggas need to stick to the game It's the same got these motherfuckers changin' on me Jealous ass player haters gaming on me Look out motherfucker homey G As in gettin' motherfuckers 'fore they come get me Get down for the right for the wishes Fake ass nigga, you in shit, for fightin' over bitches You call that a player? Straight-ass sissy See me at my show nigga miss me Cause I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit Got a pistol motherfucker try to pull quick And just cause i'm rappin don't mean I ain't scrappin And if you clip when the shit happens, it don't stop [chorus-] Shit don't stop... (Y.N.V) Now my guess is true Them thug life niggas is a bull Everywhere we go The niggas trippin at the door I want to dance with you You can dance at the party and not get whipped (1x) (Macadoshis) See the shit don't stop My 9 goes pop Your body drip-drop Throw that ass in a zip-loc (Rated R) Now you've been hauled away in a body bag Get your Sammy D said how your blood got sneeze me (Macadoshis) Yo you fuckin' with a thug yo your ass gets plugged With this hollow-point slugs With ya under the rug (Rated R) That's why my deaf niggas don't play that shit In thug life niggas be the craziest (Macadoshis) So when you think about fuckin' this You better wear a vest But it really don't matter We ain't aimin' at your chest (Rated R) Nah we blowin holes in your motherfuckin' skull Make sure your ass is smoked That's all the fat lady wrote (Macadoshis) You heard that fat bitch sing when my shit went bang-bang But it don't pay when i flaunt your brain (Rated R) Nigga, ain't no plain cane brothers come no show In the casket Git'n they ass kicked And blasted It don't stop (chorus 1x) (Mopreme) All I wanna do is try to Mac the hoes Spin bank on thangs sellin me a sponsor on my foes It's like each and every one they got the look of death I got my 9 nigga Don't be silly You better watch your step (Syke) And pussies we crossin when my crew is flossin' Bitches we tossin' And niggas we crossin' It's like a murder rhyme when we hit your hood It's all good The punks? I wish you would! (Mopreme) Wouldn't better to just corrolate what we bust Instead of kickin' dust Gets a press y'all from nuts Cause ain't no herbs here And ain't no morgues Beware of the water 'cause they full of sharks (Syke) But in every state Niggas perpetrate and test Where I come from fools die for less And thugs keep thugin' till their casket drop It's on 'till I die And the shit don't stop (chorus 2x |
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