[Daz]Yeah..'Pac, Dat ***** Daz (yeah) KuruptAll up in this *****[Intro]Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*)Don't stop..Don't stop..[Spoken over Intro]Keep it goin, got my ***** Slip CaponeHahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there*****z get around these backwoodsGet around they mommas, pull up they pantsHide 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 drivesIt's about time the mashin is arrivedI take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin steelSteadily givin these *****z no passes on livin (no passes)I spend major loot on khaki suitsNikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather bootsI box *****z twice my size, I bust wit a fo'-fiveLick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party liveI live the unusual, crucial lifeSo pay attention when I come through for you and your crewAs just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use itBruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's uselessTo step to this, we in effect, we dangerousContendin mental murderers and ain't afraid to dissBiatch! (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 annihilatorThey wonderin why he breathin, but *****es is dyin later (ahh)Better laugh now, then cry when I come to get youI hit you with two glocks, and leave you with scar tissueOn some loco **** (loco), my pistol smoke yo' **** (smoke)Let's go for dolo BIATCH, and watch me flow yo' ****Mr., Makaveli movin pieces like telekenesisIt's like a chess game, let's play wit real pieces (hell yeah)Shots rang and *****z brains were spiltAnother Bad Boy affiliated (Bad Boy killer) ***** was kiltI hit the funeral and busted his folksAnd leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smokeDon't stop, keep goin[Chorus]Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*)[Kurupt]Well it's that seventeen shot glock cocker, the block rocker (fool)Hardcore hooligan, verbal ***ault chopperFinally televised - Kurupt, Daz reside (resides)Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knivesThose who oppose are my foes, all stand in rowsDeadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone(That's that *****) I packs heat when it's coldToo much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and beholdWhy you waitin for the poetical Satan?Creatin slaughters, runnin through camps like Walter PaytonI snatch ya breath (aah!) and bust 'til there's no one leftWho 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 yaNo matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya(Like that) Vocal ***assin, motivated by cashShoot for the loot, brownies and black mags[Chorus]Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 7X*)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 JeepBig Suburbans, they Lexuses, they BeemersWe gon' break it down a lil' somethin like thisFor you to get yo' sub on throughout yo' neighborhoodTurn it up, check it out[Daz]They claim to be down, they say they down (man **** you man)Number one..