disturbing tha peace
can t be stopped
knooooooowwwww, I know I can't be stooooopped! [Verse 1] Yea, uh, Deala, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh... The definition of trillness, outta the South Just that real shit, not anotha nigga runnin' his mouth Pay attention, I'll explain why I can't be stopped And how I came to be the man on every neighborhood block Bronson, a young fly nigga straight out the slums Candy paint on Monte Carlos in the decks where I'm from Remember when I was first back from pullin' the first grab Or when the crack came I was the nigga with the first slam Who wants the 'yours truly', y'all cannot school me Put so much coke on the streets, Pepsi tried to sue me Wearin' a throwback, I dropped faces and ? crack And if I can't rap, the trap is where I'll go back This just one dimension, of a nigga spittin You're now welcomed to the dawnin of a new beginnin I'm the quarterback of crack because it's logical Don't want that yay, I'll switch up the plate, call me the honorable Deala not yo average dick ridin' bitch nigga I'm more like a Benz 6 ridin' sick nigga You know you the ??? darkskinned, heavily tatted ??? spark ten, heavily gatted C'mon dawg, you can't fuck with me, leave it alone I got killaz on standby, breathe and it's on If this truly is a game then I'm the legend who wrote it And be careful 'cause the bases ain't the only thing loaded I knooooooowwwww, I know I can't be stooooopped! (I can't be stopped, I can't be stopped!) [Verse 2] Chrome wheelz on the 600, nuthin' but wood I-Double, DTP, we ain't nuthin' but hood You still tryina get a deal, but yo time's runnin' out You diarrhea in yo ass, the shit's not comin' out Okay, you dropped a lil' album, still got no ends I made more in a month doin 'Cris ad libs Do a background check on me, see how I live Don't let that Mac ground spit homey, think of yo kids Down hea, we for real, not just wordz and a rap Deala bitch! The same love in the burbs or the trap I can bang witchu, slang witchu, ride when I need to Drop somethin', cop somethin', slide when I need to You don't know me and all the warz that I've fought In the club, fuck the bottle, whole bar gets bought Bronson! I'ma made man, you do the knowledge All you is just middle school, see me in college Pussy rimz are not legal, fuck a learnin' permit Me, I ride on grown men and the mirror's the tint Y'all niggaz not quiet Ludacris, nowhere near Shawnna A mill ??? Fate, and Tity some otha drama And Tit' needs to get the title let alone the respect On every block I been on, not only the deck It's the same shit, different day, I'm stuck in my ways DTP, we run the streets until I'm stuck in the grave I knooooooowwwww, I know I can't be stooooopped! (Repeat 4X)