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Can't Stop

Too Short

Nationwide 2 Ghetto Pass: The Compilation [Southwest Wholesale]

2000

[8B] Space, Age-in baby
[TS] Right right right right
[8B] One time
[TS] Beyotch!
[8B] Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't

by the ceilings
No ass shots, I can tell, I could feel it
And I heard you got hurt, baby girl, I can heal it
And if you need it right now, baby

you to death
You're overtaken by this feeling you can't shake, you're depressed
You got the world on your shoulders and feel the pain in your chest
You

had to ride
You say you're a gangster and don't feel that?
You're faking it

(Chorus until end)

but i'm the realest
Tell me pls can you feel this 
I put my life on this paper
N smoking pain til it's vapor

3... 2... 1...

Nobody to check my 6, so I

way to survive is, is just to
live
My life day by day, in the way I only should
So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good
To the good that

the process 'til we're filthy rich
For the family buy a new crib
And then stunt on fools in a new whip

Real s**t you gotta feel this s**t
F**k buying out

you tick, money house and cars I'll make you very rich and devine

Don't get pulled in by the devil's gold, you'll end up losing your soul
And spinning

said you know me now
So don't act like you don't know me
I know you feel me
And you ain't the only
This s**t for us
This ain't for the phony
We going up

bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Sucka, I hit em' up

Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in
New York

Breakin' Old Habits

Scarface

Duets: The Final Chapter

2005

the g's 
'N' taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese

You got rich 'n' g shits still a part of you 
'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do
You

Lit Like Bic

Rae Sremmurd

SremmLife

2015

smokin' on somethin'
Have you smokin' on somethin'

Lit, lit, lit, lit like Bic
SremmLife shit, bendin' by 6
2 by 2, 4 by 4
SremmLife shit, don't

as I got rich, soon as I got famous

Yeah, why did you leave?
If you was here, how would it be?
Oh, oh
I'm protected by these ghetto angels
Oh,

by by you this shit all about me now
Life's going good that's how I feel
Right now
Why lie to ya when I don't give a fuck bout y'all
Why try to
When no

need only fame
Just Wanna be rich and famous (that's how it is)
I told my self
Dear self I will make you rich
If u came from the bottom
Nigga you know

cause it makes me rich but it's illegal
Each time I remember she calls me by Roro
How much love I could have given her so so
Never gonn let a girl fuck up

got to take the bull by the horns
Wonder how it feels when you see your homie in a pool of blood?
They can't relate they don't know where the f**k we're

know what else to say 
You make the same mistakes
You want change but can't change, how
You keep on pushing me back (what)
Then beg like you want me

As the rich keep climbing
How does it feel
When your called a liar
Told that pain's
Just part of your life
Well
How does it feel
While they keep you waiting

the jungle, turn you to spaghetti

Nigga be acting like they are so real
I pull out that chopper let 'em
Niggas see how it feel
Sippin' on actavis, you know how

Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident

Life is often spiritual
I know you feel

in the city, head full of these drugs
Where I'm from, sh*t's ? Feel I was ?
Running from them bullets, how you feeling the rush?
When the bullets

a hip hop purist
When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus
At least it's a contradiction, you'll feel us
RIP to the homies but long live the killas
It's

niggas (how you figure that your team can affect my cream?)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast, spread