Krs-one - Can't Stop, Won't Stop lyrics

[KRS-One] Open a de herb gate sellin pure ganja Babylon come but they undercova They never really want me stop sell ganja (They just wanna take a cut of what you make so far!) But I'm not havin it, I load the SLR Pack the ganja BOOM! They break down the door Pop-pop! T'ree shots, exchanged at close range Out of three Babylon, me hit one in the brain Pop-pop! Two shots hit da window pane I exchanged four shots, I drop and feel pain But I'm not hit, into the bathroom I crawl I look out the window, it's a one story fall I'm fallin, hit the ground and start crawlin Soon I'm walkin 'round, blendin in with the crowd Another day, I got away, I gotta fix this problem someday But the very next day... [Hook: repeat 2X] Can't stop, won't stop - sellin mad izm All comeptition - I gots to get with 'em Me nah go jail and me nah go prison (Take it to his face kid, diss him!) [KRS-One] I'm in another herb gate like a superstar Eleven A.M., things are safe so far I used to worry 'bout the competition on the block But now the competition on the block is the cops And even block watch doesn't know where we lay Well.. ("Open up! It's the D.E.A.!") Aww man, just when I went for more lead The door opens up, I got a Glock to my forehead ("Get down! Get on the floor!") I felt the stick, I thought I was dead But I woke up instead in a cell layin on my bed I lay back down, then I heard the crack sound Two D.T.'s came in and laid they Glocks down One was whistlin a love song, as he put some gloves on I thought to myself, damn something's wrong Boom bap! Boom bap against my head I fell back on the bed, down to his feet The pain was insane but the hit was sweet Cause these dumb-a** cops punched me right by the heat The Glock, two shots, three shots they screamin Then someone said... ("Hey wake up kid, you're dreamin!") I said, "Yo dreamin?! That nightmare was hell" But as I look around, I was still in my cell Damn, I got myself caught up in a jam The D.T. that woke me up was like, WHAT?! I wiped the saliva, off my mouth The D.T. said.. ("Let's make a deal") No doubt! No question, now we started up the session No need for guessin, yes they want my supplier I said, what makes you think there's anyone higher? He said.. ("Don't be a God damned liar!") You k**ed three D.T.'s yesterday, you heard me But still the cops you knocked off yea was dirty Now the whole investigation is federal We want you to point out, the rest of the cops that are criminal He continued to say, you can't think it through This whole drug game is BIGGER than you! Follow our plan man and you'll be free Let me explain one thing so you can see, we [Hook] [KRS-One] Now I'm back in the herb gate, all wired up Constantly thinkin about bein tied up Snap out of it - I'm thinkin, "Damn we like elves! The federal and local cops got wars with themselves; And I'm in the middle, and can't solve the riddle My nose is runny.." {*knock at door*} ("Let me get a 20!") A 20 of the green or a 20 of the brown? ("Gimme the whole pound, clown, or duck down!") {*gunfire*} God damn, God damn, here we go again But this time I'm set up by my federal friend Suddenly I hear.. ("Yo, move from the door!") {*two shots*} Followed by the shot sounded like a four-four {*two shots*} After the violence, then there was silence Then I heard.. ("Hey yo it's us, open up the door!") But rule number one in this game is self-reliance So I picked up the mini-mac in case they wanted more The door opened up, the feds said WHATTUP? They was stickin you up, so they had to get bucked Suddenly a sense of trust came over me I thought to myself, "Well soon I'll be free!" But as I turned around, I heard the gun go click {*clik-clak*} I said wait, but it was too late - {*GUNSHOT*}