I Won't Stop

[Intro: Memphis Bleek]

Yeah, Memph Bleek (It's not a game)

Get this money (No doubt)

For the 9-double (And home I am wit' no trouble)

I stumble through the jungle

Yeah, what y'all want?

Uh huh, take it personal

That's right, check it out

Aiyyo

[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]

I push the gum drop, the M-E-M-P-H man keep the gun hot

And now I live where you come ? I go to war where you bag chicks

Floss where you can't sit, what the fuck y'all want?

I do the things that you can't do, fly to the ankle, cockpit the shorty

You asleep when I came through, it's fucked up what this game'll do

Next thing that's fucked up is when I aim at you, spit 8 at your Range Rove

If you ever talk shit like I ain't know, you get it right, I play corners

Pocket full of drugs, two dollars from a dub

Then I holla, I don't really give a fuck

We raw, green you ain't seen before

Chicks thick, wit' a ass you ain't squeezed before

Got guns now, that hold 16 or more

For you crab ass niggas who wanna meet the floor

[Chorus: Memphis Bleek & (Dark Half aka Haph Dead)]

Yeah, I won't stop (For bitch niggas, broke all yo' life, affiliate wit' rich niggas)

I won't stop (For bitch niggas, broke all yo' life, affiliate wit' rich niggas)

I won't stop (For bitch niggas, broke all yo' life, affiliate wit' rich niggas)

I won't stop (For bitch niggas, broke all yo' life, affiliate wit' rich niggas)

[Verse 2: Memphis Bleek]

I'm the type to pull rank, hold shanks, project huss-elar

Walk where you can't muthafucka, for the 9-double

My S1 still bubble, test one, you gon' feel the M-1 touch you

Guns galore, smoke tons of raw, how you ball before?

Never ran the floor, never run scrimmage, if you ever take my image

I'ma see to it you niggas gon' hemorrhage

Bleed from the waist down, leave you face down

For cashin' the bricks, Bleek spray towns, this game of life

You on the line, I'll play foul, better pass the rock

Or jump outta bounds, I get techs in the game

I foul y'all flagrant, hurt y'all severely, you da type that be hatin'

Sub Bleek, these niggas guard box time

Let the bench get in the game and spark that side, muhfucka

[Chorus: Memphis Bleek & (Dark Half aka Haph Dead)]

Yeah, I won't stop (For bitch niggas, broke all yo' life, affiliate wit' rich niggas)

I won't stop (For bitch niggas, broke all yo' life, affiliate wit' rich niggas)

I won't stop (For bitch niggas, broke all yo' life, affiliate wit' rich niggas)

I won't stop (For bitch niggas, broke all yo' life, affiliate wit' rich niggas)