Won`t Stop

[Verse One]<br>Models and dimes, ugly hoes follow inside<br>Proud of my dick and mad chicks swallow my pride<br>Getting head jobs from strippers<br>Twisted off the eggnog and liquor, a big dog like Clifford<br>Melt gimmicks every time I spit<br>With rhymes like crowds in health clinics cause every line is sick<br>I squeeze clips at each clique<br>To see how they deal with heat when I put them under arms like speed stick<br>Please bitch, with metal to your frame<br>I rep the C. O. nonstop, it`s the first two letters of my name<br>Competitors are slain by this intelligent gunner<br>Quick to pop the trunk like an elephant hunter<br>And you might be upset, your dad and I got something in common<br>Your mom kissing both our babies right before bed<br>And like me or not, bitch I`m `bout to light me a spliff<br>So any shit you got to spit I`ll more than likely forget<br><br>[Verse Two]<br>I talk a lot of shit cause I know a lot of shit<br>Your bitch comes to my show to swallow a lot of dick<br>So which idiot should I shit on?<br>The one that spit on the mic or his friend who convinced him to get on?<br>You spit your best shit on everybody`s mix tape<br>Now for your album you`re left with shit you wrote in sixth grade<br>That`s why I don`t rhyme on mix tapes<br>I mix hate and science and spit straight sick shit your bitch hates<br>On Tower I admit rape<br>And it was well worth the gas and the switchblade it took to get laid<br>Plus your girl looks like a great fuck<br>But that`s only from the face down and the waist up<br>And I got eight sluts, one for each day I wake up<br>Plus an extra for the morning I die laying face up<br>I`ll pull you out your truck, get slammed up the dash<br>For rhyming like you got your hands and fists crammed up your ass<br>Pull out the thirty-eight, hold it to the crowd<br>And leave every critic`s body that dissed me "Holier Than Thou"<br>Extinguish the hottest emcee`s match<br>When I cuff the mic at twelve decibels I still get positive feedback<br><br>[Verse Three]<br>Saw your one blunt and that dirty ain`t worth the buy<br>Raw and uncut like Eddie Murphy uncircumcised<br>When Copywrite`s on tour stop and hide your whore<br>Certified thief, alarms go off when I walk inside the store<br>O. H. ten, been repping the state<br>From the second I stepped on the stage till I`m dead in a grave<br>And got a buzz but my head isn`t shaved<br>"Get the leaves and doja", sick of being sober and my medicine`s haze<br>Veteran praise… and I don`t write for the wealth<br>I`ll stage my own death, come back and ghost write for myself<br>Your dis backs weren`t able to help<br>Me and RJ`s like slip mats, ??? ????? turntables were felt<br>Now pray for yourselves, still opponents lost a spar again<br>I can`t be faded like a homeless Rastafarian<br>Before I rock the booth I need lots of loot<br>Got it coming together like Siamese prostitutes