Streetlife

Streetlife - Can't Stop, Won't Stop lyrics

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[Intro: Streetlife]

Yeah, yo, yeah, yo, yea



[Hook: Streetlife]

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, won't stop, don't stop, get it, get it

I can't stop, won't stop, don't stop, get it, get it



[Streetlife]

We niggaz with attitudes, don't approach us

Or the guns will start coming out the hosters

Who wanna bang bang? Do you really, really?

I smoke niggaz like blunts, mixed with illy-illy

I'm down for whatever, whenever, who wit it

Niggaz want mine? Come get it

I 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 trynna get it, before I'm dead in a coffin

The drama thickens, my baby momma's bitchin'

I can't complain cuz nobody's listening

So feel my pain, I'm hurtin' the same

Faggot niggaz kickin' dirt on my name, I'm Streetlife



[Chorus x2: Streetlife]

Aiyo, they don't call me Street for nothing

You know, you can lose your life for fronting

Oh no, Staten Island niggaz is coming

It's like whoa, young'n, let me show you something



[Streetlife]

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 holding you hostage, you, rap impostors

All you fake gangstas, and wanna be mobsters

All you stank bitches, that suck dick and gossip

Keep 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 hang time, I play 'above the rim'

You ride the pine, watch mine move from the sideline

I don't need the lime light, nigga, I got shine



[Chorus x2]
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