Can't Stop

Aight, one O this E Fizee

I gotta, I gotta thank my math teacher 'Count Dracula'

Who just teaches a brother how to, you know

Count his marbles, you know....what about you?

You see I can't stop I won't stop til I check a mill

I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill

365 seven days I believe crack pays

My estates been guarded by pitbulls and AK's

I'm straight cookin' them thangs movin weight like I should

Cause a nigga livin good don't mean he went Hollywood

Dog I practice my craft so each year I get better

To stay ghetto and clever and be richer than ever

Fonzarelli man I thought you was a rebel I am

But tell me this then: why you move up out the ghetto?

Motherfucker I am the ghetto I beg your pardon

Nigga I was grindin tryna take niggas heads off

Flossin and fuckin hoes when you was kindergarden

Nigga this ain't 'Lenny & Squiggy'

Nigga this E Fizee and Mack Tizee

Fuckin with italian romiane pasta chicken tortellini

30 odd 6 custodian with the scope far from Nickelodeon

No shit no joke southern Cali up north se we be rollin

Make a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen

Plead the 5th but don't snitch

No case cause every Po-Po and they mammy know

That 12 gauge equipment can be traced

Stand on your bunions nigga don't try to get caught in his draws

Cause them 2.2.3.'s be penetratin' through walls

Plus I got warrants and shit didn't pay child support

Thinkin' about skippin town movin to Shreveport, biAtch!

You see I can't stop I won't stop til I check a mill

I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill

(from L.A. to the Yay see we be rollin)

(make a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen)

You see I can't stop I won't stop til I check a mill

I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill

(see you my dude right that mean we partners in crime)

(it's Forty Fonzarelli and Mack Dime, biAtch!)

Forty, I'm one bro that's in the mix like gumbo

Now how can I stay humble and make feddy by the gumble?

Marv said we got bigga triggas Mack we got bigga figures

Now throw the top back on the 'rarri and bang gears on these niggas

And watch what money show you bout niggas

That don't know you busters is gone hate

Real G´s is happy for you

It's Mack Dime on the grind fool it´s my time to shine

Now would you niggas kick back and let me mine?

Causin havoc sparkin up chaos bringin the ruckus

Heavy metal heaters mobbin under buckets

If you can't beat us then join us get on the team street sweepers

Grenade, riffles and M1 car beams, dice game

Craps bets over car titles, pink slips, cash money

Watchin out for rival gang members beefin bad weather

But it all boils down to who got the most paper

I shoot 'em up like syringers I know what real ends is

Low-Lows, Harley Davis and big body benzes

Ain't been faded so far on my wrist I got a R

Hundred thousand dollar car cause I push the caviar

So what's up what you need everybody huddle up

Got that 2 for 1 special with the rock called double up

So get lit take a hit shop is open all day

From L.A. to the Bay it's Mack 10 and E-Fourtay

Sometimes I wonder if it´s worth this

Fuckin with the law tryna make it look like I'm runnin

A legitimate tow truck service with a 'just-say-no'

Drug bumper sticker on the back of my window (back window)

Knowin I been smokin a gang of Indo

Around the corner 4 houses down across the way

Way make a right and then a left over there by Safeway

And when you get there page me punch in

How much ya wanna spend separate the 20's from the 1's 5's and 10's

Slick, sly, sharp narcotic vendors always do business

In shoppin centers Buck 'em stick 'em stuck 'em don't ever fuck me

Hate 'em bleed 'em love 'em shit can get ugly

Hoo Bang Hoo Ride, Hoo Bang Hoo Ride

Hoo Ride Hoo Bang

Who be ridin who be bangin', ride nigga