Released: March 26, 2007
Featuring: The Notorious B.I.G.
Songwriter: Junior M.A.F.I.A. The Notorious B.I.G.
Producer: China Black
[Verse 1: Lil' Cease]
Uh
Yo, I call my connect, get it sent across the border
Chop it up, bag it in bundles of all quarters
I might just hold it and sell weight
Have my shit pumpin all across the tristate
Nigga I'ma gangsta, I'm the word to define great
You's a old-timer, you a hustler design late
Shit, I got my own company, why should I hate?
My paper long as fuck, high as Empire State
And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate
Did a couple years in the pen, I don't sign state
A nigga had a brick and the stash on the highway
I'm always on time like Ja Rule and Ashanti
Ya boy on the grind like it's Friday to Friday
A nigga like me cherish days like I'm Sade
No time for the bullshit, no time for the foul play
Now I'ma boss, I'ma do this shit my way
So nigga what you want?
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga
Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga
Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga, uh
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga
Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga
Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga, uh
[Verse 2: Banger]
Yo, yo
I got that work that the Africans stepped on, the pope blessed on
The 2 for 5's, the whole hood slept on
Don't kept growin toes, never got stepped on
Nowadays, nigga recognized I'm a real don
Since Big passed, is when the fame and the thrill's gone
Left 3 mill on the block, and I'm still on
Niggas see my face when the real's on
I do the stealin, but I never get stoled on
My life is like Cash Money bitch when I roll on
And anytime I lay wit a bitch is wit no clothes on
It's hard doin' right, cuz all my life I did so wrong
Pissed, I popped shit like Monica, I'm so gone
After fame comes success, now that my team's strong
Nowadays, I don't need a shoulder to lean on
Just put me in the booth, give me a mic to scream on
And any gun I pack got its infrared beam on
So nigga what you want?
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga
Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga
Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga, uh
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga
Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga
Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga, uh
[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs, smoking spliffs
Disappear with my bitch in a Mitsubishi Eclipse
Read my lips, I kill you
Blood'll spill too, did I say thank you
I grant you three wishes cause I be the genie
Niggas is assed out like fat bitches in bikinis
Read between the lines see what I see
I see the diary of a sick bastard
Junior Mafia blaster, Rugers on the hips
Bought coke to flip chips, bought slugs to fill clips
Flipping coke in corner store bodegas
In the back room playing Sega, Street Fighter II
I'm inviting you, bring your writing crew and they dopest rhymes
I get up in that ass every time
Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable
Getting mad blunted in the 600
Benz, ask your friends who's the illest
Licking shots, niggas screaming "Biggie Smalls tried to kill us"
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga
[Chorus]
Junior M.A.F.I.A., representing Buck-Town
MAC-11s cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine
The cream, earrings, you know the drama Biggie birng
Let's get it on nigga, let's get it on nigga, uh
Uh
Yo, I call my connect, get it sent across the border
Chop it up, bag it in bundles of all quarters
I might just hold it and sell weight
Have my shit pumpin all across the tristate
Nigga I'ma gangsta, I'm the word to define great
You's a old-timer, you a hustler design late
Shit, I got my own company, why should I hate?
My paper long as fuck, high as Empire State
And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate
Did a couple years in the pen, I don't sign state
A nigga had a brick and the stash on the highway
I'm always on time like Ja Rule and Ashanti
Ya boy on the grind like it's Friday to Friday
A nigga like me cherish days like I'm Sade
No time for the bullshit, no time for the foul play
Now I'ma boss, I'ma do this shit my way
So nigga what you want?
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga
Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga
Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga, uh
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga
Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga
Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga, uh
[Verse 2: Banger]
Yo, yo
I got that work that the Africans stepped on, the pope blessed on
The 2 for 5's, the whole hood slept on
Don't kept growin toes, never got stepped on
Nowadays, nigga recognized I'm a real don
Since Big passed, is when the fame and the thrill's gone
Left 3 mill on the block, and I'm still on
Niggas see my face when the real's on
I do the stealin, but I never get stoled on
My life is like Cash Money bitch when I roll on
And anytime I lay wit a bitch is wit no clothes on
It's hard doin' right, cuz all my life I did so wrong
Pissed, I popped shit like Monica, I'm so gone
After fame comes success, now that my team's strong
Nowadays, I don't need a shoulder to lean on
Just put me in the booth, give me a mic to scream on
And any gun I pack got its infrared beam on
So nigga what you want?
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga
Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga
Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga, uh
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga
Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga
Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga, uh
[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs, smoking spliffs
Disappear with my bitch in a Mitsubishi Eclipse
Read my lips, I kill you
Blood'll spill too, did I say thank you
I grant you three wishes cause I be the genie
Niggas is assed out like fat bitches in bikinis
Read between the lines see what I see
I see the diary of a sick bastard
Junior Mafia blaster, Rugers on the hips
Bought coke to flip chips, bought slugs to fill clips
Flipping coke in corner store bodegas
In the back room playing Sega, Street Fighter II
I'm inviting you, bring your writing crew and they dopest rhymes
I get up in that ass every time
Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable
Getting mad blunted in the 600
Benz, ask your friends who's the illest
Licking shots, niggas screaming "Biggie Smalls tried to kill us"
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga
It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga
[Chorus]
Junior M.A.F.I.A., representing Buck-Town
MAC-11s cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine
The cream, earrings, you know the drama Biggie birng
Let's get it on nigga, let's get it on nigga, uh