Don’t Stop Songtext
von Sir Jinx
Don’t Stop Songtext
I remember when it was on 1998
I was a hustla hustlin′ for nickels and dimes to make
A little cheese so I could relax and have some time to take
Meet up at the park with the G's during these times of hate
So I had to get my grind to break
Cause I was puttin′ my life in danger with '
Caine slangers and multiple gangbangers
And that was my mistake
But nowadays I write rhymes for pay
I remember when record labels didn't give me the time of day
Now they about to seal their fate
Now I pray that God would take
The time of day to spare your life when he got some lives to take
No time to waste
Cause death′s a hell of a price to pay
So hold my hand and let me lead you to a nicer way
Whatever I do, don′t throw my life away
I thought about throwin' the mic away
Just so I could speak to you in the flesh every night and day
But hopefully this vest I got on help me see the light of day
I was blessed with the gift, nigga, you can see it right away
Cause it don′t stop, nah, it don't quit, yeah
Niggas get shot up and it′s all over some bitch shit
It's goin′ down, now, so turn it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
Cause it don't stop, nah, it don't quit, yeah
Niggas get shot up and it′s all over some bitch shit
It′s goin' down, now, so turn it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
Before my nigga died, we used to ride
I sold the crack, he had the weed, he sold me two for five
And that was that, my life′s been fucked up ever since you died
To bring you back, I'd give up rappin′ to see you alive
Imagine that, remember you and I on the 105
Bumpin' Do or Die, Black Luminati
License plate read my crew and I
Forever on one, always drunk off the brew and high
Damn I miss my nigga Tubs, can′t believe my nigga died
That's on the gang though, the block is what I hang on
I hop out, my niggas be like "P, we get your thang on"
And I reply "Til I die, that ain't no thang, bro"
You never catch me outside without that thang on
And fuck a stash box, I ride with the mad cock
Cause ever since Tubs died, I ain′t been the same, holmes
Cause even thugs cry now, it ain′t no shame shown
Find me at the dope spot slangin' ′til everything gone
Cause it don't stop, nah, it don′t quit, yeah
Niggas get shot up and it's all over some bitch shit
It′s goin' down, now, so turn it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
Cause it don't stop, nah, it don′t quit, yeah
Niggas get shot up and it′s all over some bitch shit
It's goin′ down, now, so turn it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
Wassup?
Grew up around these niggas, that's why I don′t give a fuck
Never see me around no snitches, look
I was sleep, I had a dream, I had a vision
Had some riches and my niggas was trippin' with loads of bitches
I do it for my mama and the niggas grindin′
Always reminin' in that celly my cousin gon' probably die
And I′ve been tryin′ to write my daddy, but I'd be lyin′
I need my kids to coach the gang, Buddy Ryan
Be a bitch nigga, not Tajh
Now we eatin' good, so I never die
Wait, yeah, I spit so dope, but he ain′t even broke
I'm livin′ on hope and I hope I don't choke
I take my token 'til my niggas blow up
Yeah, I need me a boat, a couple of hoes
I never elope, I′m so West Coast
And I′mma stay on 'til everybody know us
Yeah, it′s Moët, YA, money over everything
Entourage every day, wassup?
Cause it don't stop, nah, it don′t quit, yeah
Niggas get shot up and it's all over some bitch shit
It′s goin' down, now, so turn it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
Cause it don't stop, nah, it don′t quit, yeah
Niggas get shot up and it′s all over some bitch shit
It's goin′ down, now, so turn it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it u-
I was a hustla hustlin′ for nickels and dimes to make
A little cheese so I could relax and have some time to take
Meet up at the park with the G's during these times of hate
So I had to get my grind to break
Cause I was puttin′ my life in danger with '
Caine slangers and multiple gangbangers
And that was my mistake
But nowadays I write rhymes for pay
I remember when record labels didn't give me the time of day
Now they about to seal their fate
Now I pray that God would take
The time of day to spare your life when he got some lives to take
No time to waste
Cause death′s a hell of a price to pay
So hold my hand and let me lead you to a nicer way
Whatever I do, don′t throw my life away
I thought about throwin' the mic away
Just so I could speak to you in the flesh every night and day
But hopefully this vest I got on help me see the light of day
I was blessed with the gift, nigga, you can see it right away
Cause it don′t stop, nah, it don't quit, yeah
Niggas get shot up and it′s all over some bitch shit
It's goin′ down, now, so turn it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
Cause it don't stop, nah, it don't quit, yeah
Niggas get shot up and it′s all over some bitch shit
It′s goin' down, now, so turn it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
Before my nigga died, we used to ride
I sold the crack, he had the weed, he sold me two for five
And that was that, my life′s been fucked up ever since you died
To bring you back, I'd give up rappin′ to see you alive
Imagine that, remember you and I on the 105
Bumpin' Do or Die, Black Luminati
License plate read my crew and I
Forever on one, always drunk off the brew and high
Damn I miss my nigga Tubs, can′t believe my nigga died
That's on the gang though, the block is what I hang on
I hop out, my niggas be like "P, we get your thang on"
And I reply "Til I die, that ain't no thang, bro"
You never catch me outside without that thang on
And fuck a stash box, I ride with the mad cock
Cause ever since Tubs died, I ain′t been the same, holmes
Cause even thugs cry now, it ain′t no shame shown
Find me at the dope spot slangin' ′til everything gone
Cause it don't stop, nah, it don′t quit, yeah
Niggas get shot up and it's all over some bitch shit
It′s goin' down, now, so turn it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
Cause it don't stop, nah, it don′t quit, yeah
Niggas get shot up and it′s all over some bitch shit
It's goin′ down, now, so turn it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
Wassup?
Grew up around these niggas, that's why I don′t give a fuck
Never see me around no snitches, look
I was sleep, I had a dream, I had a vision
Had some riches and my niggas was trippin' with loads of bitches
I do it for my mama and the niggas grindin′
Always reminin' in that celly my cousin gon' probably die
And I′ve been tryin′ to write my daddy, but I'd be lyin′
I need my kids to coach the gang, Buddy Ryan
Be a bitch nigga, not Tajh
Now we eatin' good, so I never die
Wait, yeah, I spit so dope, but he ain′t even broke
I'm livin′ on hope and I hope I don't choke
I take my token 'til my niggas blow up
Yeah, I need me a boat, a couple of hoes
I never elope, I′m so West Coast
And I′mma stay on 'til everybody know us
Yeah, it′s Moët, YA, money over everything
Entourage every day, wassup?
Cause it don't stop, nah, it don′t quit, yeah
Niggas get shot up and it's all over some bitch shit
It′s goin' down, now, so turn it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
Cause it don't stop, nah, it don′t quit, yeah
Niggas get shot up and it′s all over some bitch shit
It's goin′ down, now, so turn it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it up, up
And if you down to rep your city, throw it u-
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