We Won't Stop Lyrics - Big Moe

Son of a bitch's got my name in they mouth 

I knock they woman down 

And leave my drawers at they house 

Better not run up on Big Moe, leave that boy alone 

Stankin' and swinging on niggas like I was Roy Jones 

Motorola, Benjamin folder, slab holder 

Crushing these motherfuckers bout the size of a polar 

Bear, I swear, you better beware 

I'ma let it go leaving 'bout spots in your hair 

Life is hard but it's fare ain't nothing for free 

Get off my balls you niggas ain't taking nothing from me 

'Cause I done mashed, for my cash 

And if I got to go now I get down and mash 

I'm still gangsta man, you better feel that 

Ain't nobody wrecking the shop where nigga kill at 

Get your wig peeled back 

M, my inventions, stay out of mine 

Have you limping, to a crawl you out of time 

H town streets it be too hot, get your glock 

It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot 

D town streets shermed out soldiers on the block 

It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock 

Little Rock streets it be too hot, get your glock 

It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot 

Louisiana streets shermed out soldiers on the block 

It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock 

I'm a Mo City soldier and I'ma be quick to give my pistol a cock 

When I be dumping on son of a bitches bout a regular lot 

Don't come around here with no plex 

Fuck around and pull out the jaws of life 

And snatch your dome smooth off your neck 

To my people when I call collect my fond money under my bed 

And I'ma jump on when I touch down and keep bringing it to they head 

Hell, naw I ain't never been scared, a bit of thing inside myself 

'Cause I might accidentally bust me out these guns on myself 

Being the king of the Killa Klan and Disco Dan and from the Tre 

May a slug hit you spit your fuck miss and your uh reefer done J 

Blue and gray or red and black ain't no set tripping 'cause we down 

Leaving a trail of bloody murders through your city and through your town 

Who would you run to, would you light up like a woman or pull a gun fool 

And on top of decision making we ain't having none of that riff-raff 

Fuck around and open you up just like a big slash 

Chi-Town streets it be too hot, get your glock 

It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot 

New York streets shermed out soldiers on the block 

It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock 

[Unverified] streets it be too hot, get your glock 

It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot 

Florida streets, shermed out soldiers on the block 

It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock 

We got bars and stripes, boy and sprites 

Polite on mics the type of cats that keep boys on pipe 

With they jaws on extra tight, and they extra hype 

Full of that shit to make us and they drawers ignite 

And we gone fatten the fire, fuel and flames 

Get them brains, leaving gangsta we off the chain 

Who run trains till they off the track, wolf pack 

Up in Playboy mansion I have all these bunnies back 

We got money stacks, homes and lacs 

Farms and gats for any Tom, Dick, Harry and Jack? 

Who want to know where our hearts be at, come hear the 

Clickity clack, rock-a-bye baby baby, back back 

We can do it like this and we can do it like that 

Crack your hands high here's your skull cap to hoes 

Snap a photo for your folks and close your favorite pack of smokes 

Cheater, we ain't no joke it's cut throat style we won't stop 

Memphis streets it be too hot, get your glock 

It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot 

L.A. streets shermed out soldiers on the block 

It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock 

Detroit streets it be too hot, get your glock 

It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot 

Dirty Third streets shermed out soldiers on the block 

It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock