Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Stop, artist - 2Pac. Album song Pac's Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Amaru Entertainment, Interscope
Song language: English
Don't Stop |
This go out to C. Delores Tucker, Bob Dole |
And everybody else who feels like uh They stronger than the constitution |
Freedom of speech big baby |
Freedom of speech |
Ha ha ha |
Outlawz |
Goddamn! |
Rap music I hate that |
It’s just so violent and it destroys everyone, it makes the kids crazy |
The kids kill people |
There cop hater |
here going against society, I don’t understand the music |
It’s too loud, it’s too rowdy, it’s too violent |
Let’s ban all rap music |
(Outlawz) |
Ban Tupac, ban the Outlaw Immortalz ban 'em |
Listen it ain’t no stopping |
I gotta hustle |
Cop it make it double, try to Stop it and touch it, I’ma cock it and bust it Niggaz tryna get it addicted to fast living |
Get rich or die trying nigga as 50 |
I’ve been Operating Under Thug Laws As A Warrior |
Oppressed by the industry the Hip-Hop government ?? |
by the Hip-Hop Police |
Why you think Nas screaming Hip-Hop deceased? |
No justice (No justice) |
All the judges got grudges |
Giving my niggaz life for a little next to nothing |
So wherever you are, just a little extra something |
You ain’t the only one, we all going through the struggle |
Penny pinching |
It’s like you really ain’t living |
? |
until eleven’s, I’m cooking in the kitchen |
Like we looking and we wishing |
Praying will he hear it? |
It’s eating at my spirit |
Speaking for the spirits |
You can’t break me Never make me Busta soft the beats |
This Outlaw style got a brother off the streets |
Miss Deloris Tucker sue me I won’t stop |
Till we get justice for these crooked cops on my block |
Time Warner full of sissies |
Tell 'em all to miss me A bunch of hypocrites |
Whistling Dixie |
Good riddance cause you never should of touched me You cowards knew you couldn’t take the pressure I’ma make you sorry |
Trust me Didn’t cry when they dropped me |
(Nah) |
Can they stop me? |
Tryna sell 4 million copies |
If I wasn’t spitting it’d be prison or death |
This rap game all we got left |
So try to comprehend where we coming from |
Life as an Outlaw |
Ain’t meant for everyone |
So here we come |
Recognize how we organize |
Strategize now we unified brothers on the rise |
And we can’t stop |
No way no how we got to keep moving |
And putting it down |
We can’t stop |
(Outlawz) |
Until we reach the top |
Through the music we speak to the blocks |
Believe it or not |
I don’t know what you’ve been, told |
Real niggaz don’t stay on they go Can’t stop until I get that you know |
Won’t stop until I get that keep going |
Bury me with a Makaveli suit and a Mac |
I’ve God strike me with lightning, I’m shooting him back |
Skinny cause I don’t work out, my man is in the gym |
Long as I’m strong enough to put a hammer on your chin |
Trapped in the storm |
Fuck the world till I’m gone |
I’m bucking at Corey Brooke he treating my niggaz wrong |
Until I’m gone |
They gon’see who I be |
I picture this bricks ducking from the penitentiary |
See |
Mysteriously it seems |
Through my deepest thoughts and dreams its all wrong |
Pop too long gone, and now 18 I’m stranded on my own |
Abandoned here in the zone |
Protect my thrown pal like a king, Al Capone style |
Fake no jacks on this grind |
Coked up with crack I get mine |
Living life as a Don, Guess Gortex, Louis Vuitton |
Yeah your boys back with the proper team |
When they think I’m wearing Red I’ma rock the Green |
On a whole 'nother episode |
Cops never heard of ya The otherside’ll hide down the block from the murder scene |
Catch ya man he dead with the Fifth |
When it’s hot on Nu he G-Ride from the clear to the bricks |
So gangster how he switched from the clear to the bricks |
Niggaz hate it but they scared of the Fifth |
(And we won’t stop) |
Outlawz! |
This rap game like a robbery |
Cause it seem somebody hiding me My nigga, made a motherfucker cop a Ki' |
Motherfucker ain’t no stopping me My nigga, It’s Mussolini see me all in the midst |
I’m still chilling like I’m bottle of Crys' |
Enemies sharpen they? |
And when they see me they can give me a kiss |
So I’m posing with the frozen wrists |
Outlaw immortalized we survived and curst |
So I claim it like I’m bangin a turf |
Yeah it’s easy like I’m putting in work |
Not been easy you wanna jerk |
Come the squeezey I’m ready to murk |
Outlawz, Makaveli niggaz ready to flow |
So baby are you ready to go? |
Outlaw my niggaz be screaming at night |
A Big Syko with the thug in your life |
Don’t stop (Don't stop) |
Keep going (Keep going) |
Even when the wheels fall off we keep rolling (Keep rolling) |
This Hip-Hop thing just won’t stop |
It’s number one at the top of the charts |
Here to stay like 'Pac |
Man I just can’t let it go It’s in my blood stream (Yeah) |
So when I flow, I gotta do my thug thing |
For the hood the under privileged and oppressed |
Young nigga get rich, cash more cheques |
Take the hood life |
Put it on on wax |
Get stakes now we living the good life |
Car brand new and it shine so clean |
Bought momma a house, on sweet sixteen’s |
And we, sitting clean in the latest edition |
From the block to the movie screen deep in and pimpin' |
Recognize how we organize |
Strategize now we unified brothers on the rise |
And we won’t stop |