2Pac

2Pac - Shit Don't Stop lyrics

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Shit don't stop (2x)
 Game rules often slang to the right fools
 Heavy hittin' at this motherfucker's straight spittin'
 Diggin' deep into your brain while tryin to explain
 why real niggas need to stick to the game
 It's the same got these motherfuckers changin' on me
 Jealous-ass player-haters gaming on me
 Look out motherfucker homey-G
 As in gettin' motherfuckers 'fore they come get me
 Get down for the right for the wishes
 Fake ass nigga, you in shit, for fightin' over bitches
 You call that a player?
 Straight-ass sissy
 See me at my show nigga miss me
 Cause I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit
 Got a pistol motherfucker try to pull quick
 And just cause i'm rappin don't mean I ain't scrappin
 And if you clip when the shit happens, it don't stop
 [chorus-] Shit don't stop...
 (Y.N.V)
 Now my guess is true
 Them thug life niggas is a bull
 Everywhere we go
 The niggas trippin at the door
 I want to dance with you
 You can dance at the party and not get whipped (1x)
 (Macadoshis)
 See the shit don't stop
 My 9 goes pop
 Your body drip-drop
 Throw that ass in a zip-loc
 (Rated R)
 Now you've been hauled away in a body bag
 Get your Sammy D said how your blood got sneeze me
 (Macadoshis)
 Yo you fuckin' with a thug yo your ass gets plugged
 With this hollow-point slugs
 With ya under the rug
 (Rated R)
 That's why my deaf niggas don't play that shit
 In thug life niggas be the craziest
 (Macadoshis)
 So when you think about fuckin' this
 You better wear a vest
 But it really don't matter
 We ain't aimin' at your chest
 (Rated R)
 Nah we blowin holes in your motherfuckin' skull
 Make sure your ass is smoked
 That's all the fat lady wrote
 (Macadoshis)
 You heard that fat bitch sing when my shit went bang-bang
 But it don't pay when i flaunt your brain
 (Rated R)
 Nigga, ain't no plain cane brothers come no show
 In the casket
 Git'n they ass kicked
 And blasted
 It don't stop
 (chorus 1x)
 (Mopreme)
 All I wanna do is try to Mac the hoes
 Spin bank on thangs sellin me a sponsor on my foes
 It's like each and every one they got the look of death
 I got my 9 nigga
 Don't be silly
 You better watch your step
 (Syke)
 And pussies we crossin when my crew is flossin'
 Bitches we tossin'
 And niggas we crossin'
 It's like a murder rhyme when we hit your hood
 It's all good
 The punks? I wish you would!
 (Mopreme)
 Wouldn't better to just corrolate what we bust
 Instead of kickin' dust
 Gets a press y'all from nuts
 Cause ain't no herbs here
 And ain't no morgues
 Beware of the water 'cause they full of sharks
 (Syke)
 But in every state
 Niggas perpetrate and test
 Where I come from fools die for less
 And thugs keep thugin' till their casket drop
 It's on 'till I die
 And the shit don't stop
 (chorus 2x
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Publisher: Death Row Records (2)

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

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