No Stoppin' Carson

[Verse 1: Crooked I] You want to challenge my flow nigga Money you gotta pay You could be better than me just not today Pop shit and my Glock'll spray Put you to bed like J. Holiday Or the dream I should say Crooked investing his money in property Used to invest it in more weed than I can weigh How you think a nigga balling like Dr. J Made money off chronic like Dr. Dre The time they giving for blow's not for play Could've took it to the hole but I shot the trey Bought the Beamer white man, I copped the Boxster grey Mouth closed around hoes, that's the mobster way Treat it like a murder man, that's how I was brought up My own friend didn't know they was puffing my product I could teach rappers the code of conduct I'm the new improved you just like Ed Hardey is to Von Dutch Where would lyricism be without me Niggas on my level, ehh I could count about three Chest out cause a nigga sure as Al B Gangsta and a gentleman, fuck it I'm Styles P Test me, my shotties spit deadly Hit you like a Jet Li karate kick Let's see your body flip Expect me to probably trip like untied kicks Cause I'm icing ice picks like Gretzky and Gotti mixed That means I rock a hot necklace That means I'll leave you neckless Put yourself in my shoes, I got stripes like Adidas But I like Nikes so tell me where them checks is Duffle bag paper, another damn caper If you from the Bay then yeah you understand yaper A hundred grams later, suckers act faker Divine intervention means you're gonna jam hater Can't stop me I'ma get this cream Them devils shot Martin Luther, I'ma live his dream This ain't no get rich scheme, I got a business team They make sure my dough is flipping when I spit sixteens New West or nothing, I'm on the forefront I'm from C.O.B., that's Cubans or Blunts See me out on the strip, I'm on a whore hunt But I put that money way before cunt