2Pac – Don’t Stop The Music [OG] Lyrics



[Intro: 2Pac]
This go out to C. Delores Tucker
(God damn rap music I hate that)
Bob dole
(It’s just so violent and it destroys everybody)
And everybody else who feels like uh
(It makes the kids crazy)
They stronger than the constitution
(Kids kill people)
Freedom of speech big baby
(There’s cop haters)
Freedom of speech
(They goin’ against society I don’t understand the music, it’s too loud)
Outlawz!
(It’ too loud, it’s too rowdy, it’s too violent)
(Let’s ban all rap music)
Outlawz
(Ban 2Pac, ban the Outlaw Immortalz Ban ’em)

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
You can’t break me never made me, busta soft ass beats
This Outlaw style got a brother off the streets
Miss Delores Tucker sue me I won’t stop
‘Til we get justice for these crooked cops on my block
Time Warner full of sissies, tell ’em all to miss me
A bunch of hypocrites whistlin’ Dixie
Good riddance cause you never should of touched me
You cowards knew you couldn’t take the pressure I’ma make you sorry
Trust me
Did I cry when they dropped me? (nah), can they stop me? (won’t)
Tryna sell 4 million copies (T.H.U.G)
If I wasn’t spittin’ it’d be prison or death
This rap game all we got left
So try to comprehend where we comin’ from
Life as an Outlaw, ain’t meant for everyone
So here we come
Recognize how we organize
Strategize now we unified brothers on the rise
And we can’t stop

[Collision: Val Young]
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo

[Hook: Val Young]
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo

[Verse 2: E.D.I]
You don’t really wanna stop – stop
The only thing that we got
I bang knott’s, so how much you plot
On these youngsters, millions of ’em that’s lovin’ everything we say
Cause at this every single day yeah
Some of us is trippin’ on it (huh)
But in turn busta’s slippin’ on it
So get up on it, don’t be an opponent
Cause this is feedin’ my family, take it away
And see me in every single place you plan to be
Don’t stop

[Verse 3: Hussein Fatal]
I got 58 ways to get out of the game
But only one way’s gonna fit my name; Hussein
Ride by, with the block, I can’t stop
Not even for the cop’s will, I close down shop
Yo, I broke nights to get big, gettin’ rope spot’s hold it tight
(You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Runnin’ with fat blunts niggas ain’t rollin’ right
Temp this
I bitch this track, I love rap (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Senseless, relentless in every sentence but above that
Brain driller, fuckin’ Fatal’s a walkin’ pain killer
(You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Insane iller than caine, Uzi cops, then watch ’em fear ya
Who’s next?
I’m ready to check a neck in a second
(You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Gripin’ the TEC and slap’ ya head because I snap under pressure
Cuttin’ circulation
Stranded on the plant the earth’s chasin’
Scared of probation now I’m facin’ death tryna hurt a nation
Burn like acid
Fart, blunts and Jurassic, Park
My bastard ass click we got the strip mashin’

[Hook: Val Young]
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo

You don’t really gonna stop, hayy
You don’t really gonna stop, haha
You don’t really gonna stop, hayy
You don’t really gonna stop, haha

Mhm!, I won’t stop the music, I won’t stop the music
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music



Quentin Miller – Look What I Did (Gunmetal Grey Album)



[Hook]
Miss me with that, with that high school shit
With that high score shit
Nigga look what I did, I don’t gotta prove shit, I don’t gotta prove shit
Nigga look at my bitch
I don’t have to pay her bills, she already hood rich
Nigga look at where I live, look at where I live

[Verse]
Look how I, look how I live
Some things she just won’t understand
Time Warner, I got hoes on demand
Comcast, I got hoes on demand
What does that say about me as a man?
Okay, two carter, two daughters
Hope they never fall in love with a guy like I am
Couldn’t settle for the place I was placed inside of
Had to come up out it
I was too unhappy, had to do something ’bout it
You can’t do nothing ’bout it
Everybody, but you going off in your project
And you call it your comeback, fuck that
Niggas caught me slippin’ once
Now I’m looking out on all fronts
I’m really up there with ’em
I’m not a little guy, ask Ty Ty, that’s a big mane drop
I only met him a couple times, but them discussions was quick
I got different peers, rappers come and go
We see ’em dissapear
It’s not a race, it’s a marathon
Just give it a year or something
Let me get the game figured out
Come at these niggas brains when I drop
Woah!

[Hook]
Miss me with that, with that high school shit
With that high score shit
Nigga look what I did, I don’t gotta prove shit, I don’t gotta prove shit
Nigga look at my bitch
I don’t have to pay her bills, she already hood rich
Nigga look at where I live, look at where I live