We Won`t Stop Lyrics

We Won`t Stop lyrics

[Big Moe]

 Son of a bitches got my name in they mouth

 I knock they woman down and leave my drawers at they house

 

 [Z-Ro]

 Better not run up on Big Moe, leave that boy alone

 

 [Big Moe]

 Stankin and swinging on niggas like I was Roy Jones

 Motorola, benjamin folder, slab holder

 Crushing these motherfuckers bout the size of a polar

 Bear, I swear, you better beware

 I'ma let it go leaving bout spots in your hair

 Life is hard but it's fare ain't nothing for free

 Get off my balls you niggas ain't taking nothing from me

 Cause I done mashed, for my cash

 And if I got to go now I get down and mash

 I'm still gangsta man, you better feel that, ain't nobody

 Wrecking the shop where nigga kill at get your wig peeled back

 M, my inventions, stay out of mine 

 Have you limping, to a crawl you out of time

 

 [Chorus: Z-Ro]

 H-Town streets it be too hot, get your glock 

 It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot

 D-Town streets shermed out soldiers on the block

 It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock

 Little Rock streets it be too hot, get your glock 

 It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot

 Louisana streets shermed out soldiers on the block

 It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock

 

 [Z-Ro]

 I'm a Mo City soldier and I'ma be quick to give my pistol a cock

 When I be dumping on son of a bitches bout a regular lot

 Don't come around here with no plex, fuck around

 And pull out the jaws of life and snatch your dome smooth off your neck

 To my people when I call collect my fond money under my bed

 And I'ma jump on when I touch down and keep bringing it to they head

 Hell naw I ain't never been scared, a bit of thing inside myself

 Cause I might accidentally bust me out these guns on myself

 Being the king of the Killa Klan and Disco Dan and from the Tre

 May a slug hit you spit your fuck miss and your uh reefer done J

 Blue and gray or red and black ain't no set tripping cause we down

 Leaving a trail of bloody murders through your city and through your town

 Who would you run to, would you light up like a woman or pull a gun fool

 And on top of decision making we ain't having none of that riff-raff

 Fuck around and open you up just like a big slash

 

 [Chorus]

 Chi-Town streets it be too hot, get your glock 

 It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot

 New York streets shermed out soldiers on the block

 It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock 

 ? streets it be too hot, get your glock 

 It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot

 Florida streets, shermed out soldiers on the block

 It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock 

 

 [Dirty &]

 We got bars and stripes, boy and sprites

 Polite on mics the type of cats that keep boys on pipe

 With they jaws on extra tight, and they extra hype

 Full of that shit to make us and they drawers ignite

 And we gone fatten the fire, fuel and flames

 Get them brains, leaving gangsta we off the chain

 Who run trains till they off the track, wolfpack

 Up in Playboy mansion I have all these bunnies back

 We got money stacks, homes and lacs

 Farms and gats for any ?tom dick hairy and jack?

 Who want to know where our hearts be at, come hear the 

 Clickity clack, rock-a-bye baby baby, back back

 We can do it like this and we can do it like that

 Crack your hands high here's your skull cap to hoes

 Snap a photo for your folks and close your favorite pack of smokes

 Cheater, we ain't no joke it's cut throat style we won't stop

 

 [Chorus]

 Memphis streets it be too hot, get your glock 

 It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot

 L.A. streets shermed out soldiers on the block

 It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock

 Detroit streets it be too hot, get your glock 

 It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot

 Dirty Third streets shermed out soldiers on the block

 It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock