[Intro:]
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Can't stop, playa I refuse to lose
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Shed many tears over years, see I paid my dues
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I won't stop, see survival ain't no joke
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Cause I'd rather be dead, than live my whole life broke
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And I can't stop (what), and I won't stop (yeah)
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And I can't stop (what), and I won't stop (come on)
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And I can't stop (yeah), and I won't stop (huh)
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And I can't stop (what), y'all know who this is
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[Lil' O:]
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Haters yell mama-mia, when I drop the top yelling Southsi' for li'
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Hop out the two seater, with a bad bitch named Kanchita
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Let the eater, play a peter
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I'm a Southside super playa, you marks like it deeper
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Southwest block bleeder, (you ain't shit) stop lying
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Hater quit crying, cause you see starched and ironed
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But I ain't gon trip, I understand why you hate us
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We hopping out of bubble X, wearing alligators
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Dirty South heavy weighter, Fat Rat with the Cheese
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Went from fifty packs to fifty stacks, I'm holding the streets
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Holding my heat, it ain't sweet boy I still get's raw
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But I don't shoot boys no more, I send killers for y'all
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You can find me at the bar, baby busting bottles open
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But bar none boys around me, all these bitches scoping
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Knowing I ain't gotta ask, tonight I'm hitting them skins
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I dedicate this to the D.A., and the guards in the Penn
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[Hook: x2]
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I'ma ball till I fall, drink some Cristal
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Hit some jazzy broads, trick up in the mall
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See flicks we never saw, make these haters drop they jaws
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Like the cash on my ass, I'ma lay down the law
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[Lil' O:]
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Now it's twenty inches, on a six hundred Benz
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Plus the license and insurance, I got corners to bend
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I got money to spend, a lot of bitches few friends
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I'm trying to ball till I fall, addicted to Benjamins
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We the movers and the shakers, the heavy hitters
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They heavyweighters the bitch breakers, the ki bakers
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You can't mistake us, for the fakers
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We thugging baby, in the Dirty South Houston Tex chunk calling grace
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I keep the blades on the Range Ro', hit some blocks
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Open the roof, let the sunshine hit my rocks
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I'm in the church every Sunday, thanking God for my stock
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No one performs against me, shall prosper I can't stop
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Bust your glock if you feel me, went from nothing to known
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Loading model bitches numbers, in my cellular phone
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Before I let the jackers get me, I'll be blasting my chrome
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Knowing God blessed the child, that can hold his own
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[Hook x2]
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[Lil' O:]
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One day I'll be the biggest of the bosses, like Colassis see me flossing
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In Rolls Royces packing Nina Ross's, back to back Ferarri horses
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Take no shorts no losses, I make choices in life
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Ball till I fall hustle hard, shine in the face of the shife
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And if these haters take my life, know that I died as a hustler
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And bury me in my gators, bald faded shining my clusters
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See these busters laughed at me, didn't cry stayed humble
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See if you struggle then you hustle, so I grinded and chuckled
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Then I showed up blowed up, put it in they face
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Then put em in a coffin, I mean put em in they place
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Cause they tried to get raw, but them boys got baked
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Cause I could look into they eyes, and just tell they was gay
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Ain't nothing fake, about this
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Whoever ain't down, getting taken out quick
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And if rap don't work, it's back to breaking down bricks
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And running up in spots and just taking y'all shit, I'm serious bout my chips
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[Hook x2]
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[Lil' O:]
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Still can't stop, still won't stop [x10]
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Lay Down Da Law
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Lil' O |