[2pac]
%#@! don't stop [2x]


Game rules often slang to the right fools
Heavy hittin' at this mother$#&@er's straight spittin'
Diggin' deep into your brain while tryin to explain

why real ^!$$%s need to stick to the game
It's the same got these mother$#&@ers changin' on me
Jealous-ass player-haters gaming on me

Look out mother$#&@er homey-G
As in gettin' mother$#&@ers 'fore they come get me
Get down for the right for the wishes

Fake $$# ^!$$%, you in %#@!, for fightin' over (*##$es
You call that a player?
Straight-ass sissy

See me at my show ^!$$% miss me
Cause I ain't tryin' to hear that bull%#@!
Got a pistol mother$#&@er try to pull quick

And just cause i'm rappin don't mean I ain't scrappin
And if you clip when the %#@! happens, it don't stop


[chorus] %#@! don't stop...

[Y.N.V]

Now my guess is true
Them thug life ^!$$%s is a bull
Everywhere we go

The ^!$$%s trippin at the door
I want to dance with you
You can dance at the party and not get whipped [1x]


[Macadoshis]
See the %#@! don't stop

My 9 goes pop
Your body drip-drop
Throw that $$# 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 $#&@in' with a thug yo your $$# gets plugged
With this hollow-point slugs
With ya under the rug


[Rated R]
That's why my deaf ^!$$%s don't play that %#@!

In thug life ^!$$%s be the craziest

[Macadoshis]

So when you think about $#&@in' 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 mother$#&@in' skull
Make sure your $$# is smoked
That's all the fat lady wrote


[Macadoshis]
You heard that fat (*##$ sing when my %#@! went bang-bang

But it don't pay when i flaunt your brain

[Rated R]

^!$$%, ain't no plain cane brothers come no show
In the casket
Git'n they $$# 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 ^!$$%

Don't be silly
You better watch your step

[Syke]
And !@#( we crossin when my crew is flossin'

(*##$es we tossin'
And ^!$$%s 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

^!$$%s 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 %#@! don't stop

[chorus 2x]