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