Who Gon Stop Me Lyrics - Watch The Throne - Kanye West And Jay-z

This is something like the Holocaust 

Millions of our people lost 

Bow our heads and pray to the lord 

Til I die I'm a fuckin' ball 

Now who gon stop me? 

Who gon stop me huh? 

Who gon stop me? 

Who gon stop me huh? 

Black cards, black cars, black on black, black broads 

Whole lotta money in a black bag 

Black strap, you know what that's for? 

Who gon stop me huh? 

Who gon stop me huh? 

Who gon stop me? 

No brakes, I need, State Farm 

So many watches I need eight arms 

One neck but got eight charms 

Who gon stop me huh? 

Niggaas talkin', they bitch made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay 

That's pig-Latin, itch-bay 

Who gon stop me huh? 

Last night ain't go so well 

Got kicked up out the hotel 

Got a little freaky like Marvin Albert 

Yes! Tell Howard Cosell 

You just a commentator, if you get me paper 

Everybody I know from the hood got common haters 

In some relations, you just supposed to say none 

Heard she fucked the doorman 

Well that's cool I fucked the waitress 

Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess it's on one basis 

I only like green faces 

This is something like the Holocaust 

Millions of our people lost 

Bow our heads and pray to the lord 

Til I die I'm a fuckin' ball 

Now who gon stop me? 

Who gon stop me huh? 

Who gon stop me? 

Who gon stop me huh? 

Black cards, black cars 

Black on black, black broads 

Whole lotta money in a black bag 

Black strap, you know what that's for 

Y'all weed purple, my money purple 

Y'all Steve Urkel, I'm Oprah circle 

I wrote the verse, that I hope will hurt you 

Who gone stop me huh? 

Beat the odds, beat the feds 

It wouldn't be wise, to bet against the kid 

Start me broke, I bet I get rich 

Night shift, six to six 

Gimmie one shot, one pot 

I'll show up in all white, wearing no socks 

No ceiling, new coupe 

They know I'm a dope boy 

They don't have no proof 

I'm 3 steps removed, I know how to move 

It's looking like, I don't know how to lose 

I'm winning again, I'm at the Wynn 

I'm at the table, I'm gambling, 

Lucky lefty, I expect a seven, 

I went through hell, I'm expecting heaven, I'm owed, 

See I'm thorough and I stuck to the G-code, 

I'm here, oh yeah, I promise I ain't going nowhere, 

Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats 

I'm allergic to having bunny ears, 

Like broke, like nope, like ha, 

I ain't no joke, I can't be stopped 

Like nope, like nope 

Extend the beat Noah 

2 seats in the 911 uh, no limit on the black card ah 

Told y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the ocean was my backyard eh 

No lies in my verses hey, please pardon all the curses hey 

Shit gotta come some way, fuck, when you growing up worthless uh 

Middle finger to my old life ugh, special shout out to my old head uh 

If it wasn't for your advice uh, a nigga would have been so dead uh 

I'm living life, 'til these niggas kill me 

Turn this up, if these niggas feel me 

I'm riding dirty, trying to get filthy 

Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes 

Graduated to the MoMA 

And I did all of this, without a diploma 

Graduated from the corner, y'all can play me 

For a motherfuckin' fool if you wanna, 

Street smart, and I'm book smart 

Could have been a chemist, 'cause I cook smart 

Only thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, hold up 

This is something like the Holocaust 

Millions of our people lost 

Bow our heads and pray to the lord 

Til I die, I'm a fuckin' ball 

Now who gon stop me? 

Who gon stop me huh? 

Who gon stop me? 

Who gon stop me huh? 

Black cards, black cars 

Black on black, black broads 

Whole lotta money in a black bag 

Black strap, you know what that's for