Featuring: Nas Daz Dillinger
Songwriter: DJ Whoo Kid
{"Don't Stop" by Tha Dogg Pound beat}
[Intro: Daz]
Yeah, this the original right here, ya know what I mean?
(Fuck Death Row!)
With my nigga Nas, ya know what I mean
Daz and Kurupt featuring Nas, y'all didn't know that, huh?
We gonna keep it goin' like that, ya know what I mean
[Hook: Daz]
Keep goin', yeah
We won't stop, bitch, niggas keep goin'
We won't stop, bitch, niggas keep goin'
On and on, on and on, on and on and on and on and on and on and on
[Verse 1: Daz Dillinger]
Who mashes with the crazy illest niggas in town? (I do!)
Killin' willingly, who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block corners, avenues, and drives
It's about time, the mashin' has arrived (Fuck Death Row!)
I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin' steel
Steadily givin' on niggas no passes on livin'
I spend major loot on kahki suits
Nike's and Krokker Sacks and sweat suits, and leather boots
I box niggas twice my size, I bust with a fo'-five
Look you in yo' eye and blast and make the party live
I live the unusual, crucial life
So nigga, pay attention
When I come through for you and your crew
It's just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it
Bruise you bad (Sucka!), like confusion, I mean it's useless
To step to this, Nas, Kurupt - we dangerous
Contendin' mental murderers, and ain't afraid to diss
[Verse 2: Nas]
The golden child shot that ass up 'cause you was holdin' out
Let the streets be the courts, and corners hold the trial
Fatal, not fictitious, I rocked the cable eighty-sixes
Foreign cars, young with crazy bitches
Mad smoke makes me able to quote
Solicitin' ill editions of the murder he wrote
A provocative plan can bring a knot to my hand
As the pyramids that stand on the top of the sand
I want G's, numerous seeds and real weed
I'm pleadin' guilty, like Bob Marley, the weed killed me
I intercourse verbally, poetic perjury
To copy words of me leads to murder in the third degree
I learned to live life fast
So I can count very large amounts of cash
With Kurupt, Tha Pound and Daz
I'm Nasty, Nas be large but not flashy
Laid up in the cut, dipped up like where the stash be
[Hook: Nas & (Daz)]
Don't stop (Don't stop), keep goin' (Keep goin')
Don't stop (Don't stop), keep goin' (Keep goin')
Don't stop (Don't stop), keep goin' (Keep goin')
Don't stop (Don't stop), keep goin' (Kurupt!!)
[Verse 3: Kurupt]
Well, it's that seventeen shot Glock, cock it, the block rock
Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chop
Finally televised - Kurupt, Daz and Nas
Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knifes
Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows
Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone
I packs heat when it's cold
Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold
Why you waitin' for the poetical Satan?
Creatin' slaughters, runnin' through camps like Walter Payton
I snatch ya breath and bust 'til there's no one left
Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth
I don't trust ya, the second I get a chance I'mma bust ya
No matter where, you could be in Russia, I'mma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags
[Verse 4: Daz Dillinger]
With the limited edition classic rhymes that'll diss ya
Down to battle 'til the end, nigga, fuck bein' friends
Now, who wanna album scrap? Who wanna album match me?
For whatever I got, they plottin' hard to harass me
[Hook: Daz]
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin', goin', don't stop! (Stop!)
[Verse 5: Nas]
I be jewelin' like Julius
To grab a mic it's cool, the mental sounds ludicrous
For you to diss is hazardous, gold chain and diamond Lazarus
I rap fabulous, loaded gat stays strapped to cap cabbages
Jesus Christ, I piece it right on the time
Interludes vary, like illusions in the mind
Destruction on the black planet, I crack granite
Bourgeois repertoire, rude and bad-mannered
Heavy caliber clicker, Hennessy babysitter
Mercedes, three-eighties, a crew of crazy niggas
With the biggest reputation, and livest names
Cliqeus kickin' accusations on private planes
I might cash you chumps like change
Over beats dat nigga Daz made that pumps like veins
Yo, we cussin', no parental discretion
Testin' guns off in yo' section, East-West connection
[Daz]
Don't stop...
[Intro: Daz]
Yeah, this the original right here, ya know what I mean?
(Fuck Death Row!)
With my nigga Nas, ya know what I mean
Daz and Kurupt featuring Nas, y'all didn't know that, huh?
We gonna keep it goin' like that, ya know what I mean
[Hook: Daz]
Keep goin', yeah
We won't stop, bitch, niggas keep goin'
We won't stop, bitch, niggas keep goin'
On and on, on and on, on and on and on and on and on and on and on
[Verse 1: Daz Dillinger]
Who mashes with the crazy illest niggas in town? (I do!)
Killin' willingly, who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block corners, avenues, and drives
It's about time, the mashin' has arrived (Fuck Death Row!)
I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin' steel
Steadily givin' on niggas no passes on livin'
I spend major loot on kahki suits
Nike's and Krokker Sacks and sweat suits, and leather boots
I box niggas twice my size, I bust with a fo'-five
Look you in yo' eye and blast and make the party live
I live the unusual, crucial life
So nigga, pay attention
When I come through for you and your crew
It's just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it
Bruise you bad (Sucka!), like confusion, I mean it's useless
To step to this, Nas, Kurupt - we dangerous
Contendin' mental murderers, and ain't afraid to diss
[Verse 2: Nas]
The golden child shot that ass up 'cause you was holdin' out
Let the streets be the courts, and corners hold the trial
Fatal, not fictitious, I rocked the cable eighty-sixes
Foreign cars, young with crazy bitches
Mad smoke makes me able to quote
Solicitin' ill editions of the murder he wrote
A provocative plan can bring a knot to my hand
As the pyramids that stand on the top of the sand
I want G's, numerous seeds and real weed
I'm pleadin' guilty, like Bob Marley, the weed killed me
I intercourse verbally, poetic perjury
To copy words of me leads to murder in the third degree
I learned to live life fast
So I can count very large amounts of cash
With Kurupt, Tha Pound and Daz
I'm Nasty, Nas be large but not flashy
Laid up in the cut, dipped up like where the stash be
[Hook: Nas & (Daz)]
Don't stop (Don't stop), keep goin' (Keep goin')
Don't stop (Don't stop), keep goin' (Keep goin')
Don't stop (Don't stop), keep goin' (Keep goin')
Don't stop (Don't stop), keep goin' (Kurupt!!)
[Verse 3: Kurupt]
Well, it's that seventeen shot Glock, cock it, the block rock
Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chop
Finally televised - Kurupt, Daz and Nas
Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knifes
Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows
Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone
I packs heat when it's cold
Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold
Why you waitin' for the poetical Satan?
Creatin' slaughters, runnin' through camps like Walter Payton
I snatch ya breath and bust 'til there's no one left
Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth
I don't trust ya, the second I get a chance I'mma bust ya
No matter where, you could be in Russia, I'mma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags
[Verse 4: Daz Dillinger]
With the limited edition classic rhymes that'll diss ya
Down to battle 'til the end, nigga, fuck bein' friends
Now, who wanna album scrap? Who wanna album match me?
For whatever I got, they plottin' hard to harass me
[Hook: Daz]
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin', goin', don't stop! (Stop!)
[Verse 5: Nas]
I be jewelin' like Julius
To grab a mic it's cool, the mental sounds ludicrous
For you to diss is hazardous, gold chain and diamond Lazarus
I rap fabulous, loaded gat stays strapped to cap cabbages
Jesus Christ, I piece it right on the time
Interludes vary, like illusions in the mind
Destruction on the black planet, I crack granite
Bourgeois repertoire, rude and bad-mannered
Heavy caliber clicker, Hennessy babysitter
Mercedes, three-eighties, a crew of crazy niggas
With the biggest reputation, and livest names
Cliqeus kickin' accusations on private planes
I might cash you chumps like change
Over beats dat nigga Daz made that pumps like veins
Yo, we cussin', no parental discretion
Testin' guns off in yo' section, East-West connection
[Daz]
Don't stop...