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