StreetLife - Can't Stop, Won't Stop lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yo, yeah, yo, yea [Hook] I can't stop, won't stop, don't stop, get it, get it I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it, get it I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it, get it I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it, get it I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it, get it I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it, get it I can't stop, won't stop, don't stop, get it, get it I can't stop, won't stop, don't stop, get it, get it [Verse 1: Streetlife] We n***as with attitudes, don't approach us Or the guns will start coming out the hostlers Who wanna bang bang? Do you really, really? I smoke n***as like blunts, mixed with illy-illy I'm down for whatever, whenever, who wit it n***as want mine? Come get it I send you to your maker, take me to your leader All non believers, get slapped with the heater I'm straight thugging it, gotta say I'm loving it Got my middle finger up, at the government I want it all, the fame, the fortune I'm tryna get it, before I'm dead in a coffin The drama thickens, my baby momma's b**hing I can't complain cause nobody's listening So feel my pain, I'm hurtingg the same f*ggot n***as kicking dirt on my name, I'm Streetlife [Hook] (x2) A-yo, they don't call me Street for nothing You know, you can lose your life for fronting Oh no, Staten Island n***as is coming It's like whoa, younging, let me show you something [Verse 2] Yeah, we down for the cause, we all outlaws When we kick down the door, everybody hit the floor When we bust off a shot, drop it like it's hot Uh-huh, nobody move, nobody get popped I'm holding you hostage, you, rap impostors All you fake gangstas, and wanna be mobsters All you stank b**hes, that s** dick and gossip Keep my name out your mouth, hands out my pocket Uh-huh, I'm certified street, check my credentials Quick to snuff a n***a, f** up his dentals Uh-huh, a little mental, my screws is loose Like Ol' Dirty ba*tard, with the missing tooth Uh-huh, don't count me out, deal me in I got hang time, I play 'above the rim' You ride the pine, watch mine move from the sideline I don't need the lime light, n***a, I got shine [Hook] (x2) A-yo, they don't call me Street for nothing You know, you can lose your life for fronting Oh no, Staten Island n***as is coming It's like whoa, younging, let me show you something