Stop Lyrics - Unfinished Business - Jay-z

[Intro: Swizz Beats] 

Swizzy... Beats... 

[Chorus] 

Aiyo I cannot (Stop), I will not (Stop) 

AS WE PROCEED 

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[Verse 1] 

Young Hov got the block on smash 

Put the gun to the back and hop on some ass 

Nigga fresh-dressed and stay poppin' tags 

Put the ewings on the truck 'for I drop the rag 

Bitches want to bring up the topic of my past 

It's legendary in the hood how I got my cash 

I'm legendady in the hood so I got the mag 

And I've never been a fronter so I've got to blast 

Will I flash... Not... 

As I'm not playing with you motherfuckers the casket drops 

You bastards not gon' assassinate the name I got 

Ya'll hear me though 

Young Hov got the block on smash 

And everybody and their momma want to stop my cash 

Everybody want drama with the top of the brass 

'Til I come through hop out the cab 

1-8-7 they ass 

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[Bridge] 

(Stop) Somebody 'gon (Drop) Ya'll hear me though... 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2] 

Young Hov got the game in a frenzy 

Twenty million sold all independently 

So when you mention me 

Make sure you got together your 'semblies 

Like "he's the games J.F.Kennedy" 

I started out I ain't have no chimney 

My ma was Santa Claus, well at least she pretended to be 

'Til one night, well that's if memory serves me correct I caught her under 

the Christmas tree 

Young Hov ain't have no pops 

Thank God man I had the block 

Ya'll hear me though 

You young fucks got the game all wrong 

This is my life man this ain't no song 

You ain't livin' your rhymes out, you live at your mom's house 

In that tight-ass room, pullin' the cars out 

And the mirror pointin' at your reflection, killing yourself 

You American Pie, stop feeling yourself 

Nigga, you just a worker, go deal yourself 

Stop being a server, get a meal yourself 

Where your heart at, all that yick-yack, ain't nobody scared of your gats 

We got bigger ones 

How many niggas done shot at me shivering 

They were so scared they ain't hit me once 

Young Hov 'bout to go to the range 

'Bout to work on perfecting my aim 

[Chorus]