2pac - Don't Stop lyrics

Yeah.. 'Pac, Dat n***a Daz (yeah) Kurupt All up in this b**h Don't stop, keep goin Don't stop, keep goin Don't stop, keep goin Don't stop, keep goin Don't stop, keep goin Don't stop, keep goin Don't stop.. Don't stop.. Keep it goin, got my n***a Slip Capone Hahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there n***az get around these backwoods Get around they mommas, pull up they pants Hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha! Who mashes with the crazy, illest n***az in town? (I do) k**in willingly, who got the right to make a sound? My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives It's about time the mashin is arrived I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin steel Steadily givin these n***az no pa**es on livin (no pa**es) I spend major loot on khaki suits Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots I box n***az 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 Contendin mental murderers and ain't afraid to diss b*atch! (yeah) Now I been called crazy, to fade me it's not possible (haha) I give a f**, what you thought, or who you brought witchu? (Bad Boy k**er) A Bad Boy k**er, Biggie annihilator They wonderin why he breathin, but b**hes is dyin later (ahh) 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 sh** (loco), my pistol smoke yo' sh** (smoke) Let's go for dolo b*atch, and watch me flow yo' sh** Mr., Makaveli movin pieces like telekenesis It's like a chess game, let's play wit real pieces (hell yeah) Shots rang and n***az brains were spilt Another Bad Boy affiliated (Bad Boy k**er) n***a was kilt I hit the funeral and busted his folks And leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke Don't stop, keep goin Don't stop, keep goin Don't stop, keep goin Don't stop, keep goin Don't stop, keep goin Don't stop, keep goin Don't stop, keep goin Well it's that seventeen shot glock co*ker, the block rocker (fool) Hardcore hooligan, verbal a**ault chopper Finally televised - Kurupt, Daz reside (resides) Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knives Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone (That's that n***a) I packs heat when it's cold Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold Why you waitin for the poetical Satan? Creatin slaughters, runnin through camps like Walter Payton I snatch ya breath (aah!) and bust 'til there's no one left Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth (I'm the man n***a) I don't trust ya (I don't) The second I get a chance I'ma bust ya No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya (Like that) Vocal a**a**in, motivated by cash Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags Don't stop, keep goin Don't stop, keep goin Don't stop, keep goin Don't stop, keep goin Don't stop, keep goin Don't stop, keep goin Don't stop, keep goin Don't stop, don't stop Let the speakers bump, b*atch! (let the speakers bump) For everybody out there that got the humps in they Jeep Big Suburbans, they Lexuses, they Beemers We gon' break it down a lil' somethin 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 (man f** you man) Number one..