Stop It

[Produced by Khrysis] [Verse 1: Problem] I dig hoes, I’m a grave digger So I got hoes like NBA niggas Let’s have a dunk [?] uncle times Got ‘em all from my uncle’s line Learnt me somethin’ in my uncle’s pond Everything was, seen heroin swoon into a guy’s veins His body moves then his brain turns to Charlemagne It’s a wild thing, life's just a wild game Ball or die with [?], Crips turn to Bloods Niggas like “bah!” man that’s so gay then find out that boy “bah!” He like no way, it was just that one time We like, "Ok, we don’t wanna know why, ain’t no need for alibi" Either way it’s all Be yourself brody, he love you Diamond Lane, we in position to bubble, fumble, we takin’ it from you You heard me bruh -- we takin’ it from you Boy we’ll son you, whoop you then love you Man you know haters in a different light Throwin’ bricks and bikes at the different type Murder pussies get your mister sniped Turn your day black as Mr. Snipes Standin’ in a dark room searchin’ for a kitchen light, muthafucka with the Shots to the Nazi, Germany birthplace my birthday caused earthquakes Way over there, nigga like, waaay over there Compton like "keep that nigga over there" Hell no this [Hook 1: HaLo] She won’t pop it for a profit, gettin’ profit And there’s no way I can stop it, no way I can stop it She got a foot in that door, booty galore And there’s no way I can knock it, no way I can knock it [Verse 2: HaLo] The black sound for the background comin’ back around Gotta have a frown then have the head that wears the crown Underdog up stream paddle now Samuari swords on the battle ground Buds purple and brown, Khrysis to murda sound The word around now we runnin’ circles ‘round crews Love it when they hate to lose Use these emotions to over power you fools Why? Knuckle up until it bruise In too deep like that pool stick cue, nigga Knuckle up until it bruise You’re in too deep, you’re defences weak Nigga [Hook 2: HaLo] She won’t pop it for a profit, gettin’ profit And there’s no way I can stop it, no way I can stop it She got a foot in that door, booty galore And there’s no way I can knock it, no way I can knock it She let me pop it in her pocket when she drop it Oh the way she wop it, oh the way she wop it I ain’t listen before and got raw and there’s no way I can stop it No way I can stop it [Verse 3: Bad Lucc] Freakishly Hollywood, [?] [?] night, it's all quiet [?] ha ha It’s the father of the gun clap and the break beat Chicken scratch on the lay sheet Son of Jerome and Mary and legendary that [?] Fightin’ for the title, rival with Gods and idols Writin’ ad libs in the bible One description's like I'm [?] And bamboos let me cross the land ooh Certify my emcee card is valid till I can’t move Pass me my dance shoes and you, you go run amuck Tell the people how I came Tell ‘em stories how I bust Tell ‘em life is full of lessons, either stick or get stuck Tell him he should be the illest, who is he, he is Lucc I stand tall, write my name on a great wall like Zorro Or Spit on Ramo, chased down by the plain clothes Ross represented and Diamond Lane the definitive Hail staff, blood bath, vindictive The last rapper potty trained, shittin’ on the console I go, go so much as mumbo sauce around the condo Black out any semi [?] load of pennies [Remy?] Got me seein’ demons holy water over [?] me [?] but I can stretch the flow me out the atmos- -phere never knew such, I’mma walk across the atlas With a [?] full of [?] Bitch don’t touch the slice you should know better Back to the raw get the [?] Aw, I be prayin’ to God, keep my victims in hot Aw nigga, naw nigga, who got lose? [?] Daniel's son was a bitch, I’m Mr. Miyake doggie bag, "ruff!" They whisper with a whimper, ‘member? They remember bloody bodies on my timber, ‘member? So I stockpile styles I invented in mind So if I ever die no one can ever find [Hook]