Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who Gon Stop Us , by - QuillyRelease date: 31.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Who Gon Stop Us |
| When it really come down to it |
| You don’t really wanna go through it |
| I’ll put a check on your head, I’ll tell my shooter «just do it» |
| You don’t wanna beef; |
| 5 Guys |
| Put some Chicken on your head; |
| Popeyes |
| What’s a walk down to a drive by? |
| Put the pound to you; |
| no high five |
| On your roof like satellite WIFI |
| Have niggas' sleepin' on your crib nigga |
| Lawyer paid off, I’ma beat the case |
| Hungry lil' nigga that’ll eat the plate |
| Ruth Chris, boy, you’re lookin' like Steak |
| Shooters on go, never heard of breaks |
| Whats attempt murder to a murder case? |
| All my niggas' boosting up the murder rate |
| My youngins' don’t read or write, but they squeeze on sight |
| For that cheese, alright? |
| Got a fiend, all white, bring me green all night |
| Got a fiend, all black, on the first, get a stack |
| If we go to court, you’re the first one to rat |
| MAC wit the ladder, be the first one to clap |
| Street credit good, nigga, you can check the stat |
| Paperwork clean, I was never into that |
| And, you was never into this, hatin' ass niggas |
| Said I never would be rich |
| «Talk about the pain», hold up, let me reminisce |
| How I owe you? |
| You ain’t never give me shit |
| Now I’m makin' all hits; |
| won’t miss |
| Now, I got a full stomach, full clip |
| Michael Jordan on the mic; |
| no bullshit |
| Hope you never forget, I will never forfeit |
| Gold on the grill but the (?) |
| This the type of flow to put the house on the hill |
| Live by the street rule; |
| kill or be killed |
| I’ma get it in, Inshallah; |
| Lord will |
| Know a couple hood niggas' that’ll ride for me |
| Uptown niggas', put you in the sky for me |
| Got that 57 sittin' on the side of me |
| And, I would never sing, quiet as a Library |
| No stop signs, all green lights, tuck a nigga in, help him sleep tight |
| I remember times, I ain’t eat nights, sleep nights |
| You don’t know about this street life |
| All of my niggas, we came from the bottom |
| Don’t play wit my niggas, we play wit them choppers |
| 100 in the drum, bitch, you better run |
| We ain’t gotta aim, cock it, and, we spray |
| Take your life away, who gonna stop us? |