Album: Thug Life
Song: s**t Don't Stop


(2pac)
s**t don't stop (2x)

Game rules often slang to the right fools
Heavy hittin' at this motherf**ker's straight spittin'
Diggin' deep into your brain while tryin to explain 
why real ni**as need to stick to the game
It's the same got these motherf**kers changin' on me
Jealous-a*s player-haters gaming on me 
Look out motherf**ker homey-G
As in gettin' motherf**kers 'fore they come get me
Get down for the right for the wishes
Fake a*s ni**a, you in s**t, for fightin' over bi**hes
You call that a player?
Straight-a*s sissy
See me at my show ni**a miss me
Cause I ain't tryin' to hear that bulls**t
Got a pistol motherf**ker try to pull quick
And just cause i'm rappin don't mean I ain't scrappin
And if you clip when the s**t happens, it don't stop

[chorus-] s**t don't stop...

(Y.N.V)
Now my guess is true
Them thug life ni**as is a bull
Everywhere we go
The ni**as trippin at the door
I want to dance with you
You can dance at the party and not get whipped (1x)

(Macadoshis)
See the s**t don't stop
My 9 goes pop
Your body drip-drop
Throw that a*s in a zip-loc

(Rated R)
Now you've been hauled away in a body bag
Get your Sammy D said how your blood got sneeze me

(Macadoshis)
Yo you f**kin' with a thug yo your a*s gets plugged
With this hollow-point slugs
With ya under the rug

(Rated R)
That's why my deaf ni**as don't play that s**t
In thug life ni**as be the craziest

(Macadoshis)
So when you think about f**kin' this 
You better wear a vest
But it really don't matter
We ain't aimin' at your chest

(Rated R)
Nah we blowin holes in your motherf**kin' skull 
Make sure your a*s is smoked 
That's all the fat lady wrote

(Macadoshis)
You heard that fat bi**h sing when my s**t went bang-bang
But it don't pay when i flaunt your brain

(Rated R)
ni**a, ain't no plain cane brothers come no show
In the casket 
Git'n they a*s kicked
And blasted

It don't stop

(chorus 1x)

(Mopreme)
All I wanna do is try to Mac the hoes
Spin bank on thangs sellin me a sponsor on my foes 
It's like each and every one they got the look of death
I got my 9 ni**a
Don't be silly 
You better watch your step

(Syke)
And pussies we crossin when my crew is flossin'
bi**hes we tossin' 
And ni**as we crossin'
It's like a murder rhyme when we hit your hood
It's all good
The punks? I wish you would!

(Mopreme)
Wouldn't better to just corrolate what we bust
Instead of kickin' dust
Gets a press y'all from nuts
Cause ain't no herbs here
And ain't no morgues
Beware of the water 'cause they full of sharks

(Syke)
But in every state
ni**as perpetrate and test
Where I come from fools die for less
And thugs keep thugin' till their casket drop
It's on 'till I die
And the s**t don't stop

(chorus 2x)