Binance

We Won't Stop (Big Moe)

Son of a bitches got my name in they mouth I knock they woman down and leave my drawers at they house Better not run up on Big Moe, leave that boy alone 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 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 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 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 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 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