, stuck 'em don't ever fuck me Hate 'em, bleed 'em, love 'em shit can get ugly You see I can't stop I won't stop 'til I check a mil' I need a super bad
Превод: Mack 10. Не може да спре.
Превод: Mack 10. Не може да спре (ft.e-40).
and shit didn't pay child support Thinkin' about skippin' town movin' to Shreveport. Bitch [Chorus] [Mack 10] You see I can't stop I won't stop 'til
with mack 10s Triplets quadruplets and a couple of back to back twins That fetus is fallin out all over jack is back again The rippers at your service Girl I can
watch out for them buckshots 'Cause them can't fade me guage Gotta bust them souls in the grave So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, can't be saved
, let your gun smoke. Eightball: Yeah ... Bone Thugs. Mo Thugs. Eightball, the fat mack, and MJ-fuckin'-G. The realest niggas alive, yeah. Thuggin', pimpin', bitch, this shit don't stop
struck Had dope in the village, but I didn't give a fuck Shoot the bitch up, then I'ma leave her If I can't sell my dope, then you can't either Now here
Don The next up to bat, the Jordan, Larry, cousy yo of rap And I ain't gotta walk around strapped J don't tolerate the mack dirties You in our motherfucking
Mike] It ain't surprisin' these motherfuckers still hatin', They must don't know, I ain't that nigga to be played with, Different stages, way back in '88t
Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' (And it don't stop!) I got rubies on my Uzi's and gems on my Mack 10's Diamonds on my nines and golden
don't know what to do, when I come through Let this young mack show you, grab the mic an' tighten up yo' lyrics If it ain't real, I ain't really tryin
nothin at all This ain't the NBA, I ain't havin a ball Every day is a trip, but I ain't trippin Watch my back and don't start slippin Money won't talk
you about see, I read you like a book Desperate dreams are on your mind with a 10 foot mic You couldn't touch my rhymes I don't stop rappin' don't stop
twist me like screw drivers But fuck what you claimin' we ain?t mack 10 Hoobangin', hooride so who die? Nobody ever knew 'cuz true killaz don?t fuck
'Shaw makin' shot call junk hogs rips & dogs Can't stop won't stop long as rap pays I'm killin' the airwaves 'til my dick hairs gray ain't no question
be heard but your shouts in vain cuz you drowned out by the buzz thats surroundin my name kweli it might be somethin that you can't pry from me shut