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Krs One

Genres: Hip-Hop

Can't Stop Lyrics - Krs One

Open a the herb gate selling pure ganja 

Babylon come but they undercover 

They never really want me stop sell ganja 

(They just wanna take a cut of what you make so far!) 

But I'm not having it, I load the SLR 

Pack the ganja boom! They break down the door 

Pop-pop! T'ree shots, exchanged at close range 

Out of three Babylon, me hit one in the brain 

Pop-pop! Two shots hit the window pane 

I exchanged four shots, I drop and feel pain 

but I'm not hit, into the bathroom I crawl 

I look out the window, it's a one story fall 

I'm falling, hit the ground and start crawling 

Soon I'm walking 'round, blending in with the crowd 

Another day, I got away, I gotta fix this problem someday 

But the very next day 

 

Can't stop, won't stop selling mad izm 

All competition I gots to get wit 'em 

Me nah go jail and me nah go prison 

(Take it to his face kid, dis him!) 

Can't stop, won't stop selling mad izm 

All competition I gots to get wit 'em 

Me nah go jail and me nah go prison 

(Take it to his face kid, dis him!) 

 

I'm in another herb gate like a superstar 

Eleven A.M., things are safe so far 

I used to worry 'bout the competition on the block 

But now the competition on the block is the cops 

And even block watch doesn't know where we lay 

Well ("Open up! It's the D.E.A.!") 

Aww man, just when I went for more lead 

The door opens up, I got a glock to my forehead 

("Get down! Get on the floor!") I felt the stick, I thought I was dead 

But I woke up instead in a cell laying on my bed 

I lay back down, then I heard the crack sound 

Two D.T.'s came in and laid they glocks down 

One was whistling a love song, as he put some gloves on 

I thought to myself, damn something's wrong 

Boom bap! Boom bap against my head 

I fell back on the bed, down to his feet 

The pain was insane but the hit was sweet 

Cause these dumb-ass cops punched me right by the heat 

The glock, two shots, three shots they screaming 

Then someone said ("Hey wake up kid, you're dreaming!") 

I said, "Yo dreaming?! That nightmare was hell" 

But as I look around, I was still in my cell 

Damn, I got myself caught up in a jam 

The D.T. that woke me up was like, WHAT?! 

I wiped the saliva, off my mouth 

The D.T. said.. ("Let's make a deal") No doubt! 

No question, now we started up the session 

No need for guessing, yes they want my supplier 

I said, what makes you think there's anyone higher? 

He said.. ("Don't be a God damned liar!") 

You killed three D.T.'s yesterday, you heard me 

But still the cops you knocked off yea was dirty 

Now the whole investigation is federal 

We want you to point out, the rest of the cops that are criminal 

He continued to say, you can't think it through 

This whole drug game is BIGGER than you! 

Follow our plan man and you'll be free 

Let me explain one thing so you can see, we 

 

Can't stop, won't stop selling mad izm 

All competition I gots to get wit 'em 

Me nah go jail and me nah go prison 

(Take it to his face kid, dis him!) 

Can't stop, won't stop selling mad izm 

All competition I gots to get wit 'em 

Me nah go jail and me nah go prison 

(Take it to his face kid, dis him!) 

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