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MAC DRE lyrics : "It Don't Stop"

(feat. Free Throw, D-Milli, Dubee)

[Verse One: Free Throw]


Well let me introduce myself
A young go getter mind locked on havin' wealth

Livin' wild with this thug style, I got these hoes
Tuggin' all on my Avirex clothes
A young brown Mafioso, I put my foot through the door

Infrared light smilin' title, desert eagle 4-4
Layin' Cubans on the floor,
I send my ghetto troopers to the mother load

To snatch a bottle of A-1 yo,
I'm hearin' 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 trainin' 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 bendin' over
Its 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
Buckin' at undercover agents dippin' off quick in the lex
That's my trigger finger $#&@ 'em lets 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 $#&@ should I do?
People be killin' they family for yola not trustin' in you

But now I'm teachin' you some ackrite
With forty-fives and flashlights
$#&@in' around with thug ^!$$%s

And drug dealers
Manajetuahs and jaguars getting chopped in the drop
Killin' haters that act hard ^!$$% 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
Pullin' no mercy on these busters ain't no callin' the cops

And my nine is comin' to $#&@ you ^!$$% ballin' or not

[Verse Three: Dubee]


I'm off in this %#@! like Mr. Hanky, Janky, but when it gets stanky
Time to rape fiends, my ^!$$%s take G's, make G's, but it ain't free

Pimp ^!$$%s laced me when I was a baby, how to slang D
And stained me, a suck ya up ^!$$% lip locked but I can't speak
Now it's crazy, ^!$$%s be lazy, imbecilic, milli vanillic,

Can't speak on it but I feel it, I'm the villain stealin' scrillion
Convo be thrillin' your brain waves get to healin'
Just to reach out and touch you

train of thought make a killin', Soldiers willin',
So I do it for thug ^!$$%s and drug dealers through the snow and rain
Focused on fetti $#&@ how it came, steady remain

Paper over hoes, and stay on my toes
And air these ^!$$%s out like sandals,
Blow 'em out like candles

Handle my business and listen to my theezo
And in this thuggin' category I keep it sharp as a needle
Breathe on busters and bust the tech and make it go blah blah

Funkin' with cops and duckin' the law play boy it won't stop

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