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Mac Dre

It Don't Stop

 

It Don't Stop


[Verse One: Free Throw]

Well let me introduce myself
A young go getter mind locked on having wealth
Living wild with this thug style, I got these hoes
Tugging all on my Avirex clothes
A young brown Mafioso, I put my foot through the door
Infrared light smiling title, desert eagle 4-4
Laying Cubans on the floor,
I send my ghetto troopers to the mother load
To snatch a bottle of A-1 yo,
I'm hearing rapid fire through the house
Eternal warfare with heavy weaponry
Me and my soldiers ain't scared,
You get a bullet to the head in training if you don't aim for the head
So I know my young shooters left somebody dead around the corner
Plus got the yola out the trunk bending over
It's daytime I can't wait till it turns to night
Cause that's the time when ghetto stars come out and shine

[Verse Two: D-Milli]

Quicker than outlaws I draw on haters with glocks and techs
Bucking at undercover agents dipping off quick in the lex
That's my trigger finger fuck 'em let's bring the heat to the street
Gave him one to the head and there he dead eternally asleep
Deep in this cold world where there's no love, what the fuck should I do?
People be killing they family for yola not trusting in you
But now I'm teaching you some ackrite
With forty-fives and flashlights
Fucking around with thug niggas
And drug dealers
Manajetuahs and jaguars getting chopped in the drop
Killing haters that act hard nigga like it or not
Cause it's a hold up, your hands go up real slow
Should've told ya that I'm a soldier who kills hoes
Pulling no mercy on these busters ain't no calling the cops
And my nine is coming to fuck you nigga balling or not

[Verse Three: Dubee]

I'm off in this shit like Mr. Hanky, Janky, but when it gets stanky
Time to rape fiends, my niggas take G's, make G's, but it ain't free
Pimp niggas laced me when I was a baby, how to slang D
And stained me, a suck ya up nigga lip locked but I can't speak
Now it's crazy, niggas be lazy, imbecilic, milli vanillic,
Can't speak on it but I feel it, I'm the villain stealing scrillion
Convo be thrilling your brain waves get to healing
Just to reach out and touch you
Train of thought make a killing, Soldiers willing,
So I do it for thug niggas and drug dealers through the snow and rain
Focused on fetti fuck how it came, steady remain
Paper over hoes, and stay on my toes
And air these niggas out like sandals,
Blow 'em out like candles
Handle my business and listen to my theezo
And in this thugging category I keep it sharp as a needle
Breathe on busters and bust the tech and make it go blah blah
Funking with cops and ducking the law play boy it won't stop

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