Can't Stop, Won't Stop
Method Man Presents Street Life
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Yeah, yo, uh, yeah, yo
I can't stop, won't stop, don't stop, get it, get it
I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it, get it
I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it, get it
I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it, get it
I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it, get it
I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it, get it
I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it, get it
I can't stop, won't stop, don't stop, get it, get it
We niggas with attitudes, don't approach us
Or the guns'll start comin out the holsters
Who wanna bang-bang? Do you really-really?
I smoke niggas like blunts mixed with illy-illy
I'm down for whatever, whenever, who wit it?
Niggas want mine? Come get it
I'll send you to your maker, take me to your leader
All non-believers get slapped with the heater
I'm straight thuggin it, gotta say I'm lovin it
Got my middle finger up at the government
I want it all - the fame, the fortune
I'm tryin to get it before I'm dead in a coffin
The drama thickens, my baby momma's bitchin
I can't complain, 'cause nobody's listenin
So feel my pain, I'm hurtin the same
Faggot niggas kick dirt on my name, I'm street life
A-yo, they don't call me street for nothin
You know, you could lose your life for frontin
Oh no, Staten Island niggas is comin
It's like, whoa, young'n let me show you somethin
A-yo, they don't call me street for nothin
You know, you could lose your life for frontin
Oh no, Staten Island niggas is comin
It's like, whoa, young'n let me show you somethin
Yeah, we down for the cause, we all outlaws
When we kick down the door, everybody hit the floor
When we bust off a shot, drop it like it's hot (uh huh)
Nobody move, nobody get popped
I'm holdin you hostage, you rap impostors
All you fake gangstas and wannabe mobsters
All you stank bitches that suck dick and gossip
Get my name out your mouth, hands out my pocket (uh huh)
I'm certified street, check my credentials
Quick to snuff a nigga, fuck up his dentals (uh huh)
A little mental, my screws is loose
Like Ol' Dirty Bastard with the missing tooth (uh huh)
Don't count me out, deal me in
I got hangtime, I play above the rim
You ride the pine, watchin my moves from the sideline
I don't need the limelight, nigga I got shine
A-yo, they don't call me street for nothin
You know, you could lose your life for frontin
Oh no, Staten Island niggas is comin
It's like, whoa, young'n let me show you somethin
A-yo, they don't call me street for nothin
You know, you could lose your life for frontin
Oh no, Staten Island niggas is comin
It's like, whoa, young'n let me show you somethin
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