2Pac – Don’t Stop (feat. Daz Dillinger & Kurupt) (Remixes Vol. 1 Album)


Why you waitin’ for the poetical Satan?
No matter where, you could be in Russia I’ma touch ya
Turn it up, check it out
(Bad Boy killer) A Bad Boy killer, Biggie annihilator

They wonderin’ why he breathin’, but bitches is dyin’ later
For you to get yo’ sub on throughout yo’ neighborhood
[Hook]
[Intro: Daz]
Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone
Another Bad Boy affiliator nigga was killed
[Hook]
Get around they mommas, pull up they pants
Let’s go for dolo bitch, and watch me flow yo’ shit
Don’t stop, keep goin’

Don’t stop, keep goin’.. don’t stop, won’t stop
I spend major loot on khaki suits
don’t stop, keep goin’ Don’t stop, keep goin’..
Don’t stop, keep goin’.. don’t stop, keep goin’
don’t stop, keep goin’ Don’t stop, keep goin’..
As just a man and his music, I ain’t afraid to use it

Shots rang and niggas brains was spilled
Don’t stop..
Pac, Dat Nigga Daz
Don’t stop, keep goin’.. don’t stop, keep goin’
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags
Bitch
Big Suburbans, they Lexus’s, they Beamers
Niggas get around these backwoods
It’s like a chess game, let’s play wit’ real pieces
[Verse 2: 2Pac]

I give a fuck, what you thought, or who you brought witchu?
Hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha!
On some loco shit, my pistol smoke yo’ shit
Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots
Contending mental murderers and ain’t afraid to diss
Who mashes with the crazy, illest niggas in town?
I packs heat when it’s cold
Now I been called crazy, to fade me it’s not possible
Hahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there
[Verse 1: Daz Dillinger]
Finally televised – Kurupt, Daz reside
They claim to be down, they say they down
I don’t trust ya
don’t stop, keep goin’ Don’t stop, keep goin’..
Number one..

Keep it goin, got my nigga Slip Capone
For everybody out there that got the humps in they Jeep
[Hook]
Killin’ willingly, who got the right to make a sound?
I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I’m packin’ steel
don’t stop (don’t stop), keep goin’ Don’t stop (don’t stop), keep goin’..

Bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it’s useless
Creatin’ slaughters, runnin’ through camps like Walter Payton
So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew
No stop..
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Yeah..
Who goes against the program, I’m the Man like Meth
I hit the funeral and bust at his folks
Better laugh now, then cry when I come to get you
[Outro]
Let the speakers bump, bitch
Lick you up in yo’ eye, blast, make the party live
Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chopper

Don’t stop (don’t stop), keep goin’.. don’t stop (don’t stop), keep goin’
don’t stop, keep goin’ Don’t stop, keep goin’..
[Verse 3: Kurupt]
I box niggas twice my size, I bust wit’ a fo’-five
The second I get a chance I’ma bust ya
Kurupt
And leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke
Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knifes
Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows
(It don’t stop)
Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo’ and behold

Steadily giving these niggas no passes on livin’
I snatch ya breath and bust ’til there’s no one left
All up in this bitch
Mr., Makaveli movin’ pieces like telekinesis
To step to this, we in effect, we dangerous

I hit you with two Glocks, and leave you with scar tissue
We gon’ break it down a lil’ something like this
Don’t stop (don’t stop), keep goin’.. don’t stop (don’t stop), keep goin’
I live the unusual, crucial life
It’s about time the mashin’ is arrived
[Collision]
My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives
Well it’s that seventeen shot Glock cocker, the block rocker