knooooooowwwww, I know I can't be stooooopped!
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[Verse 1]
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Yea, uh, Deala, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh...
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The definition of trillness, outta the South
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Just that real shit, not anotha nigga runnin' his mouth
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Pay attention, I'll explain why I can't be stopped
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And how I came to be the man on every neighborhood block
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Bronson, a young fly nigga straight out the slums
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Candy paint on Monte Carlos in the decks where I'm from
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Remember when I was first back from pullin' the first grab
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Or when the crack came I was the nigga with the first slam
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Who wants the 'yours truly', y'all cannot school me
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Put so much coke on the streets, Pepsi tried to sue me
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Wearin' a throwback, I dropped faces and ? crack
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And if I can't rap, the trap is where I'll go back
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This just one dimension, of a nigga spittin
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You're now welcomed to the dawnin of a new beginnin
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I'm the quarterback of crack because it's logical
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Don't want that yay, I'll switch up the plate, call me the honorable
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Deala not yo average dick ridin' bitch nigga
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I'm more like a Benz 6 ridin' sick nigga
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You know you the ??? darkskinned, heavily tatted
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??? spark ten, heavily gatted
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C'mon dawg, you can't fuck with me, leave it alone
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I got killaz on standby, breathe and it's on
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If this truly is a game then I'm the legend who wrote it
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And be careful cuz the bases ain't the only thing loaded
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I knooooooowwwww, I know I can't be stooooopped!
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(I can't be stopped, I can't be stopped!)
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[Verse 2]
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Chrome wheelz on the 600, nuthin' but wood
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I-Double, DTP, we ain't nuthin' but hood
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You still tryina get a deal, but yo time's runnin' out
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You diarrhea in yo ass, the shit's not comin' out
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Okay, you dropped a lil' album, still got no ends
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I made more in a month doin 'Cris ad libs
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Do a background check on me, see how I live
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Don't let that Mac ground spit homey, think of yo kids
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Down hea, we for real, not just wordz and a rap
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Deala bitch! The same love in the burbs or the trap
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I can bang witchu, slang witchu, ride when I need to
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Drop somethin', cop somethin', slide when I need to
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You don't know me and all the warz that I've fought
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In the club, fuck the bottle, whole bar gets bought
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Bronson! I'ma made man, you do the knowledge
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All you is just middle school, see me in college
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Pussy rimz are not legal, fuck a learnin' permit
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Me, I ride on grown men and the mirror's the tint
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Y'all niggaz not quiet Ludacris, nowhere near Shawnna
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A mill ??? Fate, and Tity some otha drama
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And Tit' needs to get the title let alone the respect
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On every block I been on, not only the deck
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It's the same shit, different day, I'm stuck in my ways
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DTP, we run the streets until I'm stuck in the grave
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I knooooooowwwww, I know I can't be stooooopped!
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(Repeat 4X)
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Can't Be Stopped
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Disturbing Tha Peace |