Like many artists on No Limit, Young Bleed is a native of Louisiana. He was… Read Full Bio ↴Like many artists on No Limit, Young Bleed is a native of Louisiana. He was signed to the label after earning the attention of No Limit founder and CEO Master P, who had Young Bleed rap on the I'm Bout It soundtrack in early 1997. Around that time, his debut album, My Balls & My Word, was put on the No Limit schedule. It was finally released in January of 1998 and went gold within a month of its release, reaching the Top Ten on the pop album charts. My Own followed in late 1999 and didn't do as well commercially, released by Priority rather than No Limit. Young Bleed returned in 2002 as Young Bleed Carleone with Vintage, the inaugural release by Da'tention Home Records. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine, All Music Guide

We Don't Stop
Young Bleed Lyrics

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(feat. Maxminelli)

[Maxminelli talking]

Say check this out Bleed, look Concentration Camp in this bitch
Gettin heavy, ya heard me? We all foldin paper nigga, you
Lucky Nuckles, that nigga Loc, Big Happy, Lee Tyme, you know me
Maxminelli I'm foldin paper nigga, an Boo, an we layin low

Cuz that's what Lay Low do, ya heard me?
I'm tellin you, by the time that nigga OG come out of Paris
We gonna have somethin real swole to fold
My nigga down in Bam foldin paper, my nigga Poola
My nigga Big Poola Mic
An we be bout ta let em know what's the motherfuckin count say!

[Chorus x1: Maxminelli]

The mutha fuckin count don't stop, an they don't quit
Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit
You only live once that's how its cut,
So where the weed Young Bleed lets get tore up!

[Verse 1: Young Bleed]

The ghetto got me givin up no love, tod ya this mornin,
You gotta know a nigga yearnin,
Niggaz stole from the stop an go,
An seperate my weed from the seeds,
An roll an optimo,
An saddle up my cattle cuz lets roll boy,
An every nigga I know, livin it up like a cowboy,
Shootin up some shit, for the fuck of it an I'm lovin it,
I got a tray-80 for rainy days, an I'm huggin it, an muggin,
While I'm sippin on a young tre-deuce, four-five,
All the way live, wit my homies wanna ride, southside,
Got yo mouth wide,
Buggin for nothin, try to twerk somethin nigga
Or hurt somethin nigga,
Look here, I be yo Huckleberry playin it rough,
Quick on the draw like the last outlaw,
Killin 'em softly,
Hollerin dawg get off me,
Tryin to boss me, an cost me a grip,
An got the nerve to get flipped wit a nigga,
But see Trix is for kids, silly rabbit,
She gotta have it, tryin to give it here, I won't have it,
Ya heard me fool,
Only cool dawg puttin it down,
Ain't gonna clown, while I'm smokin on a pound, my niggaz say.

[chorus x2]

[Verse 2: Young Bleed]

I'm gettin blind, juss for piece of mind,
Call it a crime, cuz I'm steady dodgin one time,
An eye for an eye,
Tryin to survive in this life of sin, niggaz can't win,
Steady ballin, but fallin,
Slowly but surely livin non-holy
Down an dirty by my stress, but that's
The way it is when you livin nappy like that,
Afrodizeact, chroniac, an phat chronic sack,
Make you react, an flash back, reachin for yo gat, parinoid,
Tattoo an scar playin the cards you dealt,
Ain't nothin left, but to go forself,
Life in the ghetto,
Ask no questions tell no lies, livin uncivilized,
Until you realize, you stuck still paralyzied,
Full of that weed, an a shadow of doubt
Wit out, cloudy can't tryin to figure who it tell on,
The pistol packin Jesse James got the precious 9 for center snipe,
Tryin to maintain, the ways of the game,
Plain an simple, pop a pimple on the face of the earth,
An keep bailin, ain't no tellin who the next to be a felon,
Nigga look keyed, he wiped the blood, sweat an tears of fear,
They got me in here, tryin to steer clear,
Hollin bout.

[chorus x2]

[Verse 3: Young Bleed]

Criminal minded, you've been blinded,
Lookin for a way to get out, but can't find it,
Stop tryin, daily,
But it's like you'd rather play me,
Instead of pay me,(say what?)for my brush,
Got me stressin wit a Smith an Wesson,
Never good for rushin in police protect me, ugh,
So what's a young nigga to do, at age 22
It's you against me, an me against you,
To be continued as life goes on, in the panic zone,
Searchin for the twilight, we learned to fly by night,
Gettin high as a kite, takin a bite, outta crime,
Design, the shadow man came an losin all state of mind,
An blind to the fact, gettin money for crack, an powder,
Money an power every hour, on the hour,
A coward dies a thousand deaths,
But a soldier dies once,
Incarcerated, menatatin like a monk,
Wit visions of prisons, for livin life do or die on the street,
Man doubtin the world wit funk beats,
Holdin my heat,
Smokin on a blunt, waitin for the first of the month, ta watch the
Jackers get clunked in this mutha fucka.

We don't stop, an we don't quit,
Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit,
You only live once that's how it's cut,
So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up

An say we don't stop an we don't quit,
Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit,
You only live once that's how it's cut,
So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up

Cuz Lay Low don't stop an he don't quit
Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit,
You only live once that's how it's cut,
So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up

An Big Happy don't stop an he don't quit
Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit
You only live once that's how it's cut,
So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up

An Young Bleed don't stop an he don't quit
Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit
You only live once that's how it's cut,
So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up

Cuz C-Loc don't stop an he don't quit
Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit
(what ya got) makin money
(get them thangs when a nigga come up) make money, make money
You only live once that's how it's cut,
So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up

Yeah, tryin to tell you, cuz we the sickest god damn it [echos off]

Overall Meaning

The song "We Don't Stop" by Young Bleed featuring Maxminelli opens with a dialogue that sets the tone of the song. It's a conversation between two friends who are involved in illegal activities, referred to as "folding paper," meaning that they are making money. They are confident in their capabilities and talk about the people who are involved in the same venture in different parts of the country. The chorus "The mutha fuckin count don't stop, and they don't quit" reiterates the notion that their hustling game is unstoppable. Young Bleed's verse revolves around the street life, drugs, violence, and the heavy toll it takes on people living in the ghetto. He describes the paranoia, stress, and complexity that goes into living a life like his. He highlights the struggle to survive and the need to always carry a weapon and lookout for oneself. The third verse talks about the criminal mindset and how someone with no other options falls into the trap of making easy money via illegal means, which leads to living in fear and paranoia every day. The use of metaphors to depict the struggle highlights the desperation of people who are in the same place.

Line by Line Meaning

The ghetto got me givin up no love, tod ya this mornin,
Living in the ghetto has made me hardened and unemotional. I told you this morning that I have no love for anything or anyone.

You gotta know a nigga yearnin,
You have to understand that I have deep desires and longings, as any person does.

Niggaz stole from the stop an go,
People stole from the convenience store, possibly to survive or to get their next fix.

An seperate my weed from the seeds,
I carefully remove the seeds from my weed so that I can get a better high.

An roll an optimo,
I roll my weed in an optimo, which is a type of tobacco leaf commonly used for rolling blunts.

An saddle up my cattle cuz lets roll boy,
I'm ready to hit the road and do some serious hustling.

An every nigga I know, livin it up like a cowboy,
All my friends are living life recklessly, like cowboys in the Wild West.

Shootin up some shit, for the fuck of it an I'm lovin it,
I'm shooting things for no real reason and enjoying the thrill of it all.

I got a tray-80 for rainy days, an I'm huggin it, an muggin,
I have a gun for emergencies and I hold it tightly, looking tough and intimidating.

While I'm sippin on a young tre-deuce, four-five,
I'm drinking some kind of alcohol while holding my .45 handgun.

All the way live, wit my homies wanna ride, southside,
I'm living life to the fullest with my friends who are always game for a ride around the south side of town.

Got yo mouth wide,
You're surprised or shocked at what you're seeing or hearing.

Buggin for nothin, try to twerk somethin nigga Or hurt somethin nigga,
You're agitated and might be tempted to provoke someone or physically harm them for no reason.

I be yo Huckleberry playin it rough,
I can be your opponent in a rough, tough game or fight, like Huckleberry Finn.

Quick on the draw like the last outlaw,
I'm fast and skilled at drawing my weapon, like an outlaw in the days of the Wild West.

Killin 'em softly, Hollerin dawg get off me,
I'm taking out my enemies without much fanfare, and telling them to stay away from me.

Trix is for kids, silly rabbit,
This reference from a breakfast cereal commercial means that tricky or dishonest behavior might be amusing for children, but not for adults in real-life situations.

She gotta have it, tryin to give it here, I won't have it,
Someone is offering me a drug or some other tempting pleasure, but I refuse to accept it.

Only cool dawg puttin it down, Ain't gonna clown, while I'm smokin on a pound, my niggaz say.
I'm keeping things cool and low-key while smoking plenty of marijuana, according to my friends.

I'm gettin blind, juss for piece of mind,
I'm getting high on drugs to try and achieve a sense of peace or relaxation.

Call it a crime, cuz I'm steady dodgin one time,
I know that using drugs or engaging in other illegal activities means I'm always avoiding the police, who are nicknamed 'one time' (because you only want to deal with them once).

An eye for an eye, Tryin to survive in this life of sin, niggaz can't win,
I feel like people are always trying to hurt me, so I must be ruthless and try to survive in this sinful world. It's hard for black men like me to succeed.

Steady ballin, but fallin, Slowly but surely livin non-holy
I'm living a lavish lifestyle but at the same time I'm falling apart and losing my morality.

Afrodizeact, chroniac, an phat chronic sack, Make you react, an flash back, reachin for yo gat, parinoid,
I'm smoking a combination of drugs that include aphrodisiacs, and it makes me more likely to react to things and have flashbacks. I'm also getting paranoid and scared.

A coward dies a thousand deaths, But a soldier dies once,
It's better to face danger head-on and die a brave death like a soldier, rather than living in constant fear and dying many smaller deaths throughout your life.

Wit visions of prisons, for livin life do or die on the street, Man doubtin the world wit funk beats,
I'm always worried about ending up in jail because of my lifestyle of hustling and risking my life. I'm losing faith in the world, and I'm hearing music that's making me feel troubled and gloomy.

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