Don't Stop

[Intro: Kurupt] Yeah! Pac, Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt All up in this bitch [Chorus Dat Nigga Daz & Kurupt] Don't stop, keep goin' (Keep it goin') Don't stop, keep goin' (Got my nigga Slip Capone) Don't stop, keep goin' (Hahahaha!) Don't stop, keep goin' (Get outta here! Lot of fakers is out there) Don't stop, keep goin' (Niggas get around these backwoods) Don't stop, keep goin' (Get around they mommas, pull up they pants) Don't stop.. (Hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha!) Don't stop.. (Biatch!) [Verse 1: Dat Nigga Daz] Who mashes wit' da crazy illest niggas in town?! (I do!) Killin' willingly, who got the right to make a sound? My sound break block corners, avenues and drives It's about time, the mashin' has arrived I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I pack the steel Steadily givin' these niggas no passes on livin' (No passes!) I spend major loot on khaki suits Nike's and Croaker Sacks and sweatsuits, and leather boots I box niggas twice my size, I bust wit' a fo'-five Look you up in yo' eye and blast, make the party live I live the unusual, crucial life So pay attention when I come thru for you and your crew It's 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, biatch!! [Verse 2: 2Pac] Now, I've been called crazy, to fade me is not possible I give a fuck what you thought, or who you brought wit' you (Bad Boy killer) A Bad Boy killer, Biggie annihilator They wonderin' why he breathin', but bitches is dyin' later! 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 shit, my pistols smoke yo' shit Let's go for dolo, bitch! (Biatch!!) And watch me flow yo' shit Mr. Makaveli movin' pieces like telekinesis It's like a chess game, let's play with real pieces Shots rang and niggas' brains was spilled Another Bad Boy affiliator nigga was killed I hit the funeral and bust at his folks And leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke Don't stop, keep goin'! [Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt & 2Pac] Don't stop (Don't stop), keep goin' Don't stop (Don't stop), keep goin' It don't stop! Keep goin'! Don't stop (Don't stop), keep goin' Don't stop (Don't stop), keep goin' Don't stop (Don't stop), keep goin' Don't stop, keep goin' [Verse 3: Kurupt] Well, it's that seventeen shot Glock; cock it, the block rocker (Fool!) Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chopper Finally televised — Kurupt, Daz resides Lethal wit' mics like guns, bats and knives Those who oppose are my foes, I stand and rose Deadliest MC across the globe — Kurupt Capone (That's dat nigga!) I packs heat when it's cold Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold While you waitin' for the poetical Satan Creatin' slaughters, runnin' thru camps like Walter Payton I snatch ya breath! And bust 'til there's no one left Who goes against the program? I'm the Man like Meth I don't trust ya! The second I get a chance, I'mma bust ya No matter where — you could be in Russia, I'mma touch ya Vocal assassin, motivated by cash (Outlawz in this muthafucka!) Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mask [Chorus] 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.. [Outro: Dat Nigga Daz & Kurupt] Let the speakers bump.. (Biatch!!), let the speakers bump.. For everybody out there that got the humps in they Jeep They Suburbans, they Lexus's, they Bimmers 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) (Number one)