Nonstop

[Verse 1: Grewsum] It’s my time… Tellin' everybody in the game that I’m anxious To make it, out of the dirt and get famous Want to everybody to know what my name is Basically, I just want a little bit of fame But the words that I keep on jottin' down on the page From my brain, the mic’s be a little bit insane Tame till the day somebody mentioned my name I'mma maim everybody in the game, to get money Trained to sever jugular veins, to get bloody Take a couple of names, break a couple of dames Make a couple of changes, only a couple remain I'm sick with the rap, like sickness around I carry Hit with the bat, you burry, twitch when I piss like Carrie Just admit when I spit I'm scarry I'm crack when I put on a track and attack Till I attract a mass of people across the map You wanna do what we can't do, but I'm off of that Hit em with the venom till they are falling back It's like Mike Shinoda mixed with the little bit of Esham And A-1 Yola, little bit of Crooked I, little bif of Apathy Put em all infront of a microphone, I might snap On everybody, hit their body, get before they sicken When I get em, I'mma split em, be victim to the rhythm When I'm flippin' get I'm shittin', when they listen to me spittin' On the mission to twist up the words that I've written M-70 gettin' me known, ready to gettin' the throne Never will lettin' them know, soon as I get in the dough I'mma be wreckin' the show, when you've been waitin' to blow Then I'll be stackin' the dough off of the raps I flow [Hook x2: Grewsum] I can't stop Flowin' when I know that I'mma get that dough Go nonstop Every minute that I hit till the big stack grow Oh my God When a sane hear it when I spit that flow I'mma hit that dro, I'mma hit that ho I'mma spit that flow, till I get that dough [Verse 2: BG Bulletwound] Keep it [?] automatic for static Cause nigga been tryna to fed a nigga trigger finger, wrong dome You better beat that motherfucker, for you creep out motherfucker Hit a nigga real hard with a sawed off Motherfuckers better know when I ride by Really big things have been clicked when I slide by Me and my deuces, we fuck around with them niggas That livin' pathetic, so motherfucker wouldn't get it on now Do you really wanna do it? Do you really want some BG Bulletwound, Grew and Mob on your ass high You can barely come up hater, how the hell you think I hit you I’m a motherfucker, start with a shotgun And I'm ready when I'm doin' it cock sucker You can't never wile out, you can't never find out Pull another 9 out, till they go to time out Bring with me some of my killas and you really bow down Do you really wanna hate me? Do you really wanna do me? Do you really wanna fight me? Do you really wanna shoot me? Motherfucker you can bring it on You can bring it in the streets, where we can get it on Everybody out here know I'm a gangster On the streets little niggas don't doubt me Cause I hate to be the one that put a hole in your head Cause you didn't find out nothin' about me [Hook] [Verse 3: C-Mob] Do it for the money and I gotta get the bread quick Anyone who wanna stop me, get their head split Might wanna hate, but you better not say shit Unless you really wanna end up as a dead bitch You don't wanna mettle with my money or a level Every building on your block when I'm hot like a devil I'mma cook em like a rattle in a pot of a kettle And I never will settle for the rocks that you pettle I do it for the big dough, that's what I spit for Everybody said that I've been comin' with a sick flow Verbally hit hoes, lyrically kick does Weapon of choices is a pad and a pencil Can't stop like I was a rhyme machine It’s time for green, I never claim I’m the king But I still want you to kiss my diamond ring And the hoes hop on my dick behind the scenes I'mma shine supreme, game utilize to vest I never blink when I stare into the eyes of death So put the lies to rest, I jeopardize your flesh And leave you and your family and all you guys depressed I’m acidic, [?] That I hammer with on the table That the game made me, cause I’m willing and able I bet you really tryna be killing azazel But you better watch out when I'm feelin' unstable I'mma cut them into shreds and left em here bled All over been spread, you dare to share too much Red then I flow with the bread, I said too much Felt for the dread as I led, spare through guts Yes indeed, I love my gun so look out when I clutch too bravely You will see C-Mob and the record label on me And I'm yelling out "fuck you, pay me" because... [Hook]