Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing You don't really wanna stop Eh eh Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing You don
yet? When you increase the peace, the mo' wild it get I'm only sizin' you niggaz from the waist up And I ain't, wettin' no parts you can't touch with
girl, I'ma keep her 'Cause now I'm gettin' money and the game gettin' deeper I want some real shit I need somebody I can chill with I need somebody I can build with I need somebody I can
' blarin' It ain't loud enough, man Oh, these muh'fuckers think I'm gon' play with 'em Oh, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, man
, the opposite Of everything I thought What do you do after love? What can you say when it's said and done 'Cos you can't hide a heartbreak When you can't
alone I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics I hold a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits If nigga's try to rob me then I won't hear
if I can?t hitch a ride Now I tell my seed men amise a genocide Plus I?m dangerous, soul no more feels painless And you know hat you tell them niggas who can?t
. I'm feeling stranded as if I can't hitch a ride. Now I tell my seed men amise a genocide. Plus I'm dangerous, soul no more feels painless. And you know hat you
, I do to you And if I'm who you came to see, then do what you gotta do We can do it anywhere, right here, right there And if you sleep, turn your dream
clothes, as well as Gucci too And if you don't believe me, ask Groovy Loo You're beautiful, so I stay true to you I think you oughta see things like
are cold without you But I'm hurtin' while I'm with you And though my heart can't take no more I can't keep running back to you You must be used to me
make your mind bend Look how I approached you, look how I expose you Look how I done studied every move, now I know you I don't wanna control you, I wanna console you
I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh) You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smokin
Daytons spin, lowrider sittin' low Hittin' corners so hard, you can taste my rims Hard top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no tint I can't hide in New York City I