Lucky Luciano - No Stopping This lyrics

[Lucky] Luciano be a hog, and he all about the paper Ain't no mo' buck hide, boy I be sitting on alligator Let me get on the microphone, so I can show em how it's done No matter where I go, I never roll without my gun Young mo'f**er up in this game, acting bad Come around that corner, on chrome in that Cadillac I ain't rapping for free, so quit bothering me Unless you tal'n bout that feddy, don't be calling a G I'ma swing then I swang, gripping on the grain Hit you with some game, while I sip a little drank Man hold up, that boy there he go hard Who that Mexican wrecking, Mr. Texas Lone Star Had s** with your broad, in the back of your car Jamming Screw tapes, gone off them handle bars I got love for my partnas, we be unseen Me and Angeletti, Full Time and Lil Quin Winston in the Penn, he'll be out in a second Y'all already know when he touch down, that boy there gon wreck it Dopehouse Records, done hooked up with Luck So me and DFO, are making it bubble up Pain and Rob, Uchie and Twin Beredaz I'ma come through, and write SPM a letter Tell him it's getting better, we gon hold it down Po'ing fo's for you, and smoking on pine What it do what the deal, huh brah holla whaaa H-Town representing, know I'm tal'n bout boy [Hook (Lady Jane) - 2x] It ain't no, stopping this Can't stop won't stop us, not for sh** (ain't no one stopping this) It ain't no, stopping this Can't stop won't stop us, not for sh** (can't stop won't stop, not for sh**) [Lucky] My neighborhood we run that hoe, and there there be so fa real Man I dare you to come and try, to sell your dope up over here We got it locked from block to block, you already know what I'm tal'n bout And for them haters I got a Glock, up in the 'Burban I'm chopping blocks They selling herb they selling syrup, they selling X and they selling caine Up in the Lex they gripping grain, we that Mexicans spitting game Now get your change break your bread, try your best and shake them FED's Off your a** get your cash, n***a like me be living fast Maaan, I'm trying to get these riches I like to pimp these b**hes, while hitting 16 switches I hit the school zone, representing Screwston Dripping candy paint, ain't no f**ing two tone I'ma ball, y'all can call me and outlaw Putting it down for my dogs, locked away behind the bars Living life like a star, sipping pints of the bar See that boy Lucky on the mic, going hard [Hook - 2x] [Lucky] Ain't no way you stopping me, I got a family I gotta feed Plus I got a block to bleed, Lucky full of that broccoli Please believe I'm getting chips, state to state I'm hitting licks On a paper chase up in this b**h, it's all about them Benjamin's Laughing at my competition, flashing my diamonds Christian on a mission, ain't tripping I've been rhyming Pimping been pimping, I'm pimping a pen haa Ends been flipping, I'm getting the chips haa This for the dealers in the kitchen, weighing up the damn soda Making boulders with the baking soda, slanging on the corner I'm a soldier smoking swisha sweets, in a black Caddy Lucky got game, like his daddy and his granddaddy Man I could pimp this big booty, broad b**h That hoodrat, never had no superstar dick Time to flip my do', cause I done stacked my G's And man I'm finished with flow, so n***a pa** me the weed [Hook - 2x] Can't stop, won't stop not for sh** - 2x