Don't Stop

[Chorus: Masta Killa] Don't stop, never stop, can't stop Don't stop, never stop, can't stop [Verse 1: Raekwon] Cash rules everything around me, I'm fresh out the slum Rich bum nigga, now I live dumb Talking 'bout that cream Leaning in the Tower of Pisa Seven visas, got condos in the jungle The mind stay rich but the pockets is well-filled Let's violate this lil' area, get milk I'm telling you, man, you don't want no part of this, fam Get punched in the water like clams KKK, slices, they one of the nicest Stainless steel, sharp swords, dipped in ricin Everybody eating, everybody full Just a young bull lighting a Phillie, still a willy Ball on 'em, in the Bentley with the wall on 'em Yo, I'll sleep when I'm dead, like the hood, homies Who get it cracking in the park, homes? Park Hill narco, smoke and let the bones turn to charcoal Let's get richer, kid Signature Louis Rich, won't stop until there's billions in this bitch [Chorus: Masta Killa] Don't stop, don't stop Don't stop, never stop, can't stop Don't stop, never stop, can't stop [Verse 2: Method Man] I grew up on the rhyme side, that "gotta get mine" side That white girl, we mix it with quinine You players try and ball from the sidelines While I'm aging like fine wine You internet thuggin' somebody timeline Between love and hate is a fine line And these habitual line steppers can die trying A New York Islander, my clique's NY Giants A pocket full of NY (K)nicks for my clients Y'all ain't buying, stop crying and stop lying Hakuna Matata, no Mufasa, I'm not lion You try to spit on that hot iron, you not iron The irony 'cause that last shot just shot by him So let's start it with this, son, motivate him with this one If you ain't got no haters, go get some Is anybody greater? There is none Assorted Now And Laters my Clan got too many flavors to pick from [Chorus: Masta Killa] Don't stop, never stop, can't stop Don't stop, never stop, can't stop [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] Deuce high when I start my game It's like, you should see it live dog, all you see is sparks and flames I grab bags and I park my ways, the way I have 'em all locked You would think they gave they heart to bae Bet on us, baby, ain't no better odds to play It's hard to fake, my real life is on display Either love or hate whatever part you play I take the best of both worlds like R. and Jay Own boss, no third party Produce more murder than Irv Gotti Like I'm working on my third body Deck, kill it quick 24/7 bed rest, that's how ill it get Can't stop if I mash the brakes Got the cash it takes, I might flash my face Half an eighth got me floating like I'm trapped in space Not safe for your workplace, a basket case [Chorus: Masta Killa] Don't stop, never stop Can't stop getting this guap Fat money knot, hammer cock, curry hot Cook a fool, hit the block No shorts, bring it back Flipping this, stack that Free it up, weigh it up Don't stop, never stop Can't stop getting this guap Fat money knot, hammer cock, curry hot Cook a fool, hit the block No shorts, bring it back Flipping this, stack that Free it up, weigh it up Quest for success with my mind on my money Came a new rhyme saying "Wu-Tang is the best" Music Yeah, peace to Khaled Dialogue [Outro: RZA} Don't stop, never stop, can't stop Don't stop, never stop, can't stop Don't stop, never stop, can't stop Don't stop, never stop, can't stop