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Clipse - Never Will It Stop lyrics

Never will it stop The 50 in the duffel won't crush It settles to the bottom like dust f** what ya heard You ain't countin' paper like us A million in the ceiling I can touch [Pusha-T:] Go-getter I come from the corner like most n***as Now from afar, I toast n***as, roast n***as Anywhere, whichever the coast n***a Compare me to them 2 ghost n***as - Hail Mary Heart break when they tales fairy I kissed that girl and I likes it, like Kate Perry The tongue-tester, n***as on the corner Juggle Os for the king, like a jester Child of a lesser - God, so when I drop the top It's my way of feeling closer to the Lord! Reaching for the heavens; 'till then, I settle for the 7 30 floors upper room key, at the Western With her on her back, and her on her knees My ghetto a** trying to pronounce they dungarees I say Raph, they say Raf Simon mon They think it's real cute while they giving me dome [Ab-Liva:] Liva. Heh, the cross I bear So fly in that purple label cloth I wear No matter the cost, I make Porsche like fear Every stitch, every seam, when I floss, y'all stare Ferrari 500 them horse I tear I circle, I veer, y'all pause like deer In the headlights, mami play red light, green light And hop that red torch I steer There's no law I've feared Arm glowin' like a roadside flare King-pin, so the soft I shared I carried, I huddled, I dared I muscled, I bled, I sweated, I teared Got crowned 'n got cheered You 10 Grand quarter-pound ration Went 36 flat, that's a asking Now two-thirds got it for a fraction, a cinder -- Put in the dash in the fender Dryer sheets, that cover that scent that it renders Never will it stop -- ever, never Never will it stop -- ever, never Never will it stop -- ever, never Never will it stop Never will it stop The 50 in the duffel won't crush It settles to the bottom like dust f** what ya heard You ain't countin' paper like us A million in the ceiling I can touch [Malice:] And still don't nothing move but the money Nothing like 50 bricks, wrapped like the Mu-mmy With the return ensures the Second Coming So tongue-numbing n***a, you can bet your last Not a gram off either, you can bet your a**! I stay with the fifth, since n***as want to grab Fa**st-life, get it y'all is on the fast And them hoes never say no, 'less they on they rag Louie bags, I trick 'em with good faith In hopes they return the favor, with good face Mentally, my mind in a good place Wake up e'ery morning admiring landscape -- Hell, even my garage a menage Like my hoes exotic, same as my cars Million-dollar deposit, you suffer from withdrawals I got in the game in the bag like I'm Clause Never will it stop -- ever, never Never will it stop -- ever, never Never will it stop -- ever, never Never will it stop Never will it stop The 50 in the duffel won't crush It settles to the bottom like dust f** what ya heard You ain't countin' paper like us A million in the ceiling I can touch

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