Don't Stop

[Daz] Yeah.. Pac, Dat Nigga Daz Kurupt All up in this bitch [Intro] Don't stop, keep goin' [x6] Don't stop.. Don't stop.. [Spoken over Intro] Keep it goin, got my nigga Slip Capone Hahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there Niggas get around these backwoods Get around they mommas, pull up they pants Hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha! [Verse1: Daz Dillinger] Who mashes with the crazy, illest niggas in town? Killin willingly, who got the right to make a sound? My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives It's about time the mashing is arrived I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packing steel Steadily giving these niggas no passes on living I spend major loot on khaki suits Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots I box niggas twice my size, I bust wit a fo'-five Lick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live I live the unusual, crucial life So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew As just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it Bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless To step to this, we in effect, we dangerous Contending mental murderers and ain't afraid to diss Bitch [Verse 2: 2Pac] Now I been called crazy, to fade me it's not possible I give a fuck, what you thought, or who you brought witchu? (Bad Boy killer) A Bad Boy killer, Biggie annihilator They wondering why he breathing, but bitches is dying later Better laugh now, then cry when I come to get you I hit you with two Glocks, and leave you with scar tissue On some loco shit, my pistol smoke yo' shit Let's go for dolo bitch, and watch me flow yo' shit Mr., Makaveli moving pieces like telekinesis It's like a chess game, let's play wit real pieces Shots rang and niggas brains was spilled Another Bad Boy affiliated nigga was killed I hit the funeral and busted his folks And leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke Don't stop, keep going [Hook] Don't stop, keep goin' [x6] [Verse 3: Kurupt] Well it's that seventeen shot Glock cocker, the block rocker Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chopper Finally televised - Kurupt, Daz reside Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knifes Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone I packs heat when it's cold Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold Why you waiting for the poetical Satan? Creating slaughters, running through camps like Walter Payton I snatch ya breath and bust 'til there's no one left Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth I don't trust ya The second I get a chance I'mma bust ya No matter where, you could be in Russia I'mma touch ya Vocal assassin, motivated by cash Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags [Hook] Don't stop, keep goin [x7] Don't stop, don't stop [Outro] Let the speakers bump, bitch For everybody out there that got the humps in they Jeep Big Suburbans, they Lexus's, they Beemers We gon' break it down a lil' something like this For you to get yo' sub on throughout yo' neighborhood Turn it up, check it out They claim to be down, they say they down Number one..