(feat. 2Pac)

[Daz]

Yeah..
'Pac, Dat ^!$$% Daz (yeah) Kurupt
All up in this (*##$


[Intro]
Don't stop, keep goin [x6]

Don't stop..
Don't stop..


[Spoken over Intro]
Keep it goin, got my ^!$$% Slip Capone
Hahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there

^!$$%z get around these backwoods
Get around they mommas, pull up they pants
hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha!


[Daz]
Who mashes with the crazy, illest ^!$$%z in town? (I do)

Killin willingly, who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives
It's about time the mashin is arrived

I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin steel
Steadily givin these ^!$$%z no passes on livin (no passes)
I spend major loot on khaki suits

Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots
I box ^!$$%z twice my size, I bust wit a fo'-five
Lick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live

I live the unusual, crucial life
So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew
as just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it

Bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless
to step to this, we in effect, we dangerous
Contendin mental murderers and ain't afraid to diss

Biatch! (yeah)

[2Pac]

Now I been called crazy, to fade me it's not possible (haha)
I give a $#&@, what you thought, or who you brought witchu?
(Bad Boy killer) A Bad Boy killer, Biggie annihilator

They wonderin why he breathin, but (*##$es is dyin later (ahh)
Better laugh now, then cry when I come to get you
I hit you with two glocks, and leave you with scar tissue

On some loco %#@! (loco), my pistol smoke yo' %#@! (smoke)
Let's go for dolo BIATCH, and watch me flow yo' %#@!
Mr., Makaveli movin pieces like telekenesis

It's like a chess game, let's play wit real pieces (hell yeah)
Shots rang and ^!$$%z brains were spilt
Another Bad Boy affiliated (Bad Boy killer) ^!$$% was kilt

I hit the funeral and busted his folks
and leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke
Don't stop, keep goin


[Chorus]
Don't stop, keep goin [x6]


[Kurupt]
Well it's that seventeen shot glock @@#!er, the block rocker (fool)

Hardcore hooligan, verbal $$#ault chopper
Finally televised - Kurupt, Daz reside (resides)
Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knifes

Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows
Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone
(That's that ^!$$%) I packs heat when it's cold

Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold
Why you waitin for the poetical Satan?
Creatin slaughters, runnin through camps like Walter Payton

I snatch ya breath (aah!) and bust 'til there's no one left
Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth
(I'm the man ^!$$%) I don't trust ya (I don't)

The second I get a chance I'ma bust ya
No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya
(Like that) Vocal $$#assin, motivated by cash

Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags

[Chorus]
Don't stop, keep goin [x7]
Don't stop, don't stop


..
Let the speakers bump - BIATCH! (let the speakers bump)
For everybody out there that got the humps in they Jeep
Big Suburbans, they Lexuses, they Beemers

We gon' break it down a lil' somethin like this
for you to get yo' sub on throughout yo' neighborhood
Turn it up, check it out

[Daz]

They claim to be down, they say they down (man $#&@ you man)
Number one..