Chorus:. Shit don't stop (2x). Game rules often slang to the right fools. Heavy hittin' at this motherfucker's straight spittin'. Diggin' deep into your brain while tryin to explain. Why real niggas need to stick to the game. It's the same got these motherfuckers changin' on me. Jealous-ass player-haters gaming on me. Look out motherfucker homey-G. As in gettin' motherfuckers 'fore they come get me. Get down for the right for the wishes. Fake ass nigga you in shit for fightin' over bitches. You call that a player?. Straight-ass sissy. See me at my show nigga miss me. Cause I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit. Got a pistol motherfucker try to pull quick. And just cause I'm rappin don't mean I ain't scrappin. And if you clip when the shit happens it don't stop. Chorus. Now my guess is true. Them thug life niggas is a bull. Everywhere we go. The niggas trippin at the door. I want to dance with you. You can dance at the party and not get whipped (1x). See the shit don't stop. My 9 goes pop. Your body drip-drop. Throw that ass in a zip-loc. Now you've been hauled away in a body bag. Get your Sammy D said how your blood got sneeze me. Yo you fuckin' with a thug yo your ass gets plugged. With this hollow-point slugs. With ya under the rug. That's why my deaf niggas don't play that shit. In thug life niggas be the craziest. So when you think about fuckin' this. You better wear a vest. But it really don't matter. We ain't aimin' at your chest. Nah we blowin holes in your motherfuckin' skull. Make sure your ass is smoked. That's all the fat lady wrote. You heard that fat bitch sing when my shit went bang-bang. But it don't pay when I flaunt your brain. . Nigga ain't no plain cane brothers come no show. In the casket. Git'n they ass kicked. And blasted. It don't stop. Chorus. 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 nigga. Don't be silly. You better watch your step. And pussies we crossin when my crew is flossin'. Bitches we tossin'. And niggas we crossin'. It's like a murder rhyme when we hit your hood. It's all good. The punks? I wish you would!. Wouldn't better to just correlate 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. But in every state. Niggas 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 shit don't stop. Chorus.