Don't Stop
C-bo & Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics

First off we the mutha fuckin' Thug Lords
We are the powerful and dominant Thug Lords

Now for all you niggas bangin', that mutha fuckin' West Coast like nigga?
Are you representing the West Coast like us?

You know what I'm sayin? And fa sho no lie
Do you understand what I'm saying? And it's definitely the truth

29th Street Crip Gang nigga, C-Bo holdin' nothin' back
I represent the 29th Street Crip Gang and I'm not holding anything back

Yukmouth, Spice 1 and we do it live, for the world it's still fuck off
Yukmouth, Spice 1, and I perform live, and the world can still fuck off

You know what and we in that you know what I'm sayin?
And we're in that, if you know what I mean

And this how we handle business, nigga
And this is how we conduct our business, my friend

From the early 80's to these 2 G's, boy
From the early 80's to the present day, my boy

Huh, We blaze em up with AK's, double my clip and we dip
We shoot them up with AK's, I have double the ammunition and we leave quickly

Set trip and get hit, flip Crip or get zipped
If you provoke us, you'll get hurt, either join the Crip Gang or get killed

Run with the Crips, catch me clumsy in the 6
I associate with the Crips, you can find me driving recklessly in a luxury car

6 rag invertable slide divertible, murder ya
Convertible car with a ragtop, sliding down the street, ready to murder you

Dead and gone never heard of ya
Once you're dead, nobody will remember you

Now we stuffin' lead in the chrome, bout to hurt ya
Now we're loading bullets into our guns, about to harm you

Pack ya down in the earth, we put work in like Mad Dirt
We bury you in the ground, we're ruthless and hardworking

Ordainers twistin' like the revolver or the earth
Our enemies contort like a spinning revolver or the earth's rotation

Fuck church, it's a must I burst and curse
I don't care about religion, I have to shoot and curse

Yeah I'm a West Coast Bad Boy but a thousand times worse
I may be a known troublemaker from the West Coast, but I'm much worse than that

Dime piece, gun in her purse, one in her skirt
Attractive woman, carrying a gun in her bag and another one hidden in her clothes

Cross me, bet ya life that my bitch burst
If you cross me, my female companion will shoot you and risk her own life

Got me lockin' down the world for the North Pole
I have control over the whole world, even the freezing North Pole

Too cold to hold lyrics froze my wrist and my hoes
My lyrics are so cold that they freeze my wrist and my women

Number one Thug Lord, fuck wit us!
I am the top Thug Lord, don't mess with us!

I won't lie the whole world gonna rush wit us, tell em
I'm not lying, the whole world will join us and rush together, let them know

Thug Lord niggas boss up and don't stop
Thug Lord individuals take charge and don't cease

Thugged out niggas boss up and don't stop
Thugged out individuals take charge and don't cease

Blow! Blada baba bo, blada baba bang bang
The sound of a gunshot, expressing power and aggression

Spice, Yuk and Bo we do the damn thang
Spice, Yukmouth, and C-Bo do things their own way

Nigga you listenin' to the B-O-S-S-I-L-I-N-I
You are listening to the boss, the dominant figure

Yukmouth and C-Bo you know they label us born to die
Yukmouth and C-Bo are known to be destined for a life of violence and crime

But I pistol slap you and two niggas like 3 Stooges
I would pistol slap you and two others like the comedic trio the Three Stooges

Walk over to the bar and sip on Gin and juice
Casually going to the bar and enjoying an alcoholic beverage

It's just the gangster in me, the thug in me
It's just my natural inclination to be a gangster and a thug

Mug in me and get yo fro pushed back like homie
Don't mess with me or I'll push you back violently

You lil' clown ass nigga walkin' in bozo shoes
You are a foolish and insignificant person, dressed like a clown

While my niggas out here doin hits, makin' the news
Meanwhile, my friends are out committing crimes and gaining attention

What you think you gon' dodge these bullets like Matrix?
Do you really think you can avoid these bullets, like in the movie The Matrix?

Like a condom, I even lay teck on a bitch
I even use a gun to intimidate and harm a woman

Now that's some cold shit, a low lick, a cold hit
That's a ruthless and calculated act of violence

Leave a nigga at a funeral cryin' with no bitch
Leave a man weeping at a funeral, without a female companion

Some Thug Lord shit nigga shoot up ya coffin
This is typical Thug Lord behavior, shooting up your funeral

Niggas cross game get murdered by bosses
If you provoke us, you will be killed by the leaders

Cost's yo mutha fuckin' life when you play with the rules
You risk losing your life when you defy the rules

They got a n-uh-nigga still singin' the blues
They have a certain individual still feeling sad and sorry for himself

Bitch, next up to bat, Yukmouth destroy the earth with rap
I'm the next one to showcase my skills, Yukmouth destroys everything with his music

Imagine pain worse than that, my niggas coppin' birds of crack
Imagine a pain worse than that, my friends are dealing and using large amounts of cocaine

Servin' track, cock back and burst the gat
Selling drugs, pulling back the gun's hammer and firing shots

I want my turf back, I hurt that, work that, twerk that
I want to regain control over my neighborhood, I cause damage, work hard, and show off

Rolex speed spot like Joe Pesci
Driving a fast car like Joe Pesci in his movies

AK ready, we deadly, bitch!
We are prepared with AK-47 guns, we are dangerous

I'm like Hannibal, rector eat MC's for breakfast
I am like the cannibal Hannibal, devouring other rappers for breakfast

I'm the hardest artist to sign to a label in Texas
I am the most challenging artist for a record label to sign in Texas

Yes it's that nigga with the platinum grill full of princesses
Yes, it's me with the platinum dental grill covered in expensive diamonds

Invisible set, straight up herbal molescents
My diamonds are set in a way that makes them appear invisible, high-quality marijuana helps me relax

In less than 60 seconds I kill em leavin' em breathless
I can defeat my opponents in less than a minute, leaving them without breath

Don't fuck with bread, run outta' state bit records
Don't mess with my money, otherwise I'll leave town and take all my records with me

With chin checkers in Benz stretches who win cheddar
In my extended luxury car, I have aggressive individuals who can intimidate and make money

When fakers scramble liquid hands on niggas with vendettas
When imposters try to escape, I have people who are skilled in violence ready to seek revenge

I'm like 10 fraredders bustin' off at the same time
I'm like ten brothers, shooting guns simultaneously

Payed rhymes, I kick shit off when it's game time
I deliver paid rhymes, I start the show when it's time to perform

Blow! blow, blididat, blididat!
The sound of a gunshot, representing power and aggression

Blow, blow, blididat, blididat, blididat!
The sound of multiple gunshots, emphasizing power and aggression

Blow, blow, blididat, blididat
The sound of gunshot, expressing power and aggression

Blididat, blididat blalalalat!
The echo of the sound of gunshots

Blada baba bo, blada baba bang bang
The sound of a gunshot, representing power and aggression

Thug Lord niggas we do the damn thang
Thug Lord individuals do things their own way

I'm hittin' niggas so hard with these you would need Jesus
I'm attacking individuals with such force that they would need Jesus to save them

Believe these is yo last days I can see you cleavage
Believe that these are your final days, I can see your vulnerability

That's why I'm fuckin' you with the 9 millimeter
That's why I'm shooting you with a 9 millimeter gun

And I feed a nigga with the heater, he was a long bleeder
I shoot a person with the hot gun, causing them to bleed excessively

And he taste good with fajitas, heat em up now eat
And he would taste good when cooked as fajitas, heat him up and now eat him

Member me? Nigga that be eatin' raw meat
Remember me? I'm the guy who eats raw meat

With tiger claw feet so it's easy to creep
With sharp and silent footsteps, I can easily sneak up on someone

You leave me no reason but to leave niggas bleedin'
When you provoke me, it forces me to leave people injured and bleeding

Receive grievance with extra Season of the Sicc
You will experience intense pain with even more brutality

I pick em off like Brock Marion
I eliminate my enemies systematically like Brock Marion, the football player

He kept starin so I took care of him, shot him up with heroin
He kept staring at me, so I solved the problem by injecting him with heroin

Like malt liquor, to the liver hitter, to the river wit ya
Like a strong alcoholic drink, I hit you hard in the liver and dispose of you in the river

Dip ya down deep, down deep
I submerge your body deep in the water

Where pirahna heat they eat they meat
Where piranhas are hungry and willing to eat flesh

Heat up they seats, they seats with metal from the Southside ghetto
I bring intense heat to their neighborhood, causing fear and danger

I swear I'll make why'all mutha fuckas yellow
I promise to intimidate and scare you all

Tired of diggin' ditches like the GoodFellows
Tired of burying bodies like the characters in the movie GoodFellas

Not good with mellow, I keep the meat
I'm not good at being calm and relaxed, I choose violence

Keep it hangin' in the closet like pig feet
I keep my weapons hidden and ready, just like pig's feet in a closet

Delete, come with the
Eliminate, come with the violence

Blow! Blada baba bo, blada baba bang bang
The sound of a gunshot, representing power and aggression