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Can't Stop
Smif‐n‐Wessun
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I'm on the block where I make my money
'Cause every day on my block ain't sunny
The street life, I'ma survive
Hustlin' is my 9 to 5
Yeah, take my advice and respect the dice
A deuce get in the game, bet you don't beat it twice
I lay my 60 to your 40 and my buck to your 80
That you don't throw nothin' that's bigger than Tracy
Three things for sure, two things for certain
You'll never catch me fucked up, dirty and hurtin'
A three is half a dice, a lady's half a man
If you beat what I throw, you win a half a grand
But let me tell you 'bout a square, they clowns and deceptive
They get no respect but they are receptive
And the pounds, I bust 'em, Cee-Lo trip with six of 'em
OZ's and halves, man, you better come get some
I'm a boss hog who love throwin' six, dog
Ask niggas on the road how much change I took, Lord
2 To 6 is my favorite lick, shit
I'm a addict and the dice is my fix, bitch
I'm on the block where I make my money
'Cause every day on my block ain't sunny
Oh no, you can never stop my money
No, you can never stop my money
The street life, I'ma survive
Hustlin' is my 9 to 5
Oh no, you can never stop my money
No, you can never stop my money
Yeah, 'cause every day on the block ain't sunny
And my dick get hard when I take that money
I know a few of you is just like me
We call four, five, six, B-I-G
And I talk that talk and throw that hair
And tell the house man to send my bread
My baby need new shoes and an outfit
It's all good on my line if you can stack it
We takin' side bets and all, that's more action
Shit, throw any point, man, bet I'm head crackin'
We of a kind, mean send that money over this way
And by the way, big homie, if you pushin' yay
I don't play the Armstrong, shake the stones in my palm
If you rollin' too long, then you rollin' wrong
Man, I know the shooters and the stick-up kids, nigga, you straight?
Now go ahead and throw the ace so I can get that bank
Now let me show you how we do when we roll in the hall
Throw 'em up against the wall, let 'em fall, they fall, ow
I'm on the block where I make my money
'Cause every day on my block ain't sunny
Oh no, you can never stop my money
No, you can never stop my money
The street life, I'ma survive
Hustlin' is my 9 to 5
Oh no, you can never stop my money
No, you can never stop my money
That looks like the mark of the beast
That's 666, bitch, now pay me
I'm on the roll, hand hot, make you go in your pockets
Oh, you ain't tryna pay? Don't make me go in your pockets
On certain blocks we see the cops and we don't even stop it
When the pot too thick, we strictly think of the profit
Or we can take it to the spot, you know the homie connected
But the house get a cut, yeah, I can respect it
Scared money don't move, two ones and one two
What he throw? Three, two, one, bitch, you lose
It's a gamble in this game where the hustlers unite
The probability depends on how you throwin' them dice
I'm on the block where I make my money
'Cause every day on my block ain't sunny
Oh no, you can never stop my money
No, you can never stop my money
The street life, I'ma survive
Hustlin' is my 9 to 5
Oh no, you can never stop my money
No, you can never stop my money