Real Prophecy - Can't Stop lyrics

[Hook 1: Real Prophecy] Put your hands high til' your hands tired; you gon' turn up You're like a vampire around the campfire; you gon' burn up When you hear me spit All the things I did is this the thanks I get? And I thank God it's why I can't stop Put your hands high til' your hands tired; you gon' turn up You're like a vampire around the campfire; you gon' burn up When you hear me spit All the things I did is this the thanks I get? And I thank God it's why I can't stop b**h [Verse 1: Real Prophecy] I got the ghost writer's arm, I'm the one who writes the songs Tell me what advice you want, cuz b**h i'm the nicest one to ever touch the microphone I don't give a f** if you agree with me and to you hoes you'd be lucky to be with me And I'm tired of these hoes acting prude like you don't wanna f** well b**h you gotta f** me to be with me She s** my dick because she say she want it She gon' s** on it just like her life depended on it (she gon s** it now) Did you know she a fan bruh? (no) cuz I don't listen to no propaganda I don't even lower my standards Oh that's your hoe from Atlanta? well now she gon' pose for the camera [Hook 2: Real Prophecy] Put your hands high til' your hands tired; you gon' turn up You're like a vampire around the campfire; you gon' burn up When you hear me spit All the things I did is this the thanks I get? And I thank God it's why I can't stop b**h (Repeat) [Verse 2: Real Prophecy] Ain't nobody f**ing with the flow I got And when it comes to these verses n***a you know I got 16 I been that nice since I was 16 all I spit is 16 bars Unless you want 52 Bars n***as say my lyrics too hard b**hes say my lyrics too hard Here's some advice use it n***a your mic useless Dudes ain't really spitting this sh** is just hype music and dancing I don't know why these new n***as in the game ain't saying a damn thing Using autotune you know damn well you can't sing You wack n***as running the game, I hope you pull a hamstring Don't act like I can't bring boom bap back [Hook 3: Real Prophecy] Put your hands high til' your hands tired; you gon' turn up You're like a vampire around the campfire; you gon' burn up When you hear me spit All the things I did is this the thanks I get? And I thank God it's why I can't stop b**h (Repeat) [Outro: Real Prophecy] Put your hands high; you gon turn up Like a vampire; you gon' burn up When you hear me spit that sh** aye Real Prophecy... Yeah