The Clipse - Never Will It Stop lyrics

Never will it stop, The 50 in the duffel won't crush, It settles to the bottom like dust, f** what ya heard, You ain't countin' paper like us. A million in the ceiling I can touch. [Pusha-T:] Go-getter. I come from the corner like most n***as, Now from afar, I toast n***as, roast n***as, Anywhere, whichever the coast n***a, Compare me to them 2 ghost n***as - Hail Mary. Heart break when they tales fairy, I kissed that girl and I likes it, like Kate Perry. The tongue-tester, n***as on the corner Juggle Os for the king, like a jester. Child of a lesser - God, so when I drop the top It's my way of feeling closer to the Lord! Reaching for the heavens; 'till then, I settle for the 7, 30 floors upper room key, at the Western. With her on her back, and her on her knees, My ghetto a** trying to pronounce they dungarees. I say Rav, they say Roxy mon, They think it's real cute while they giving me dome. [Ab-Liva:] Liva. Heh, the cross I bear, So fly in that purple label cloth I wear. No matter the cost, I make Porsche like fear, Every stitch, every seam, when I floss, y'all stare. Ferrari: 500 them horse I tear, I circle, I veer, y'all pause like deer In the headlights, mami play red light, green light, And hop that red torch I steer. There's no Law I've feared, Arm glowin' like a roadside flare, King-pin, so the soft I shared, I carried, I huddled, I dared, I muscled, I bled, I sweated, I teared, Got crowned 'n got cheered. You 10 Grand quarter-pound ration, Went 36 flat, that's a asking, Now two-thirds got it for a fraction, a cinder -- Put in the dash 'n the fender, Dryer sheets, that cover that scent that it renders. Never will it stop -- ever, never, Never will it stop -- ever, never, Never will it stop -- ever, never, Never will it stop. Never will it stop, The 50 in the duffel won't crush, It settles to the bottom like dust, f** what ya heard, You ain't countin' paper like us. A million in the ceiling I can touch. [Malice:] And still don't nothing move but the money, Nothing like 50 bricks, wrapped like the Mu-mmy. With the return ensures the Second Coming, So tongue-numbing n***a, you can bet your last. Not a gram off either, you can bet your a**! I stay with the fifth, since n***as want to grab, Fa**st-life, get it y'all is on the fast, And them hos never say no, 'less they on they rag. Louie bags, I trick 'em with good faith, In hopes they return the favor, with good face. Mentally, my mind in a good place, Wake up e'ery morning admiring landscape -- Hell, even my garage a menage, Like my hoes exotic, same as my cars. Million-dollar deposit, you suffer from withdrawals, I got in the game in the bag like I'm Clause. Never will it stop -- ever, never, Never will it stop -- ever, never, Never will it stop -- ever, never, Never will it stop. Never will it stop, The 50 in the duffel won't crush, It settles to the bottom like dust, f** what ya heard, You ain't countin' paper like us. A million in the ceiling I can touch.