Don’t Stop

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Seagram] Sweatin' in the kitchen, cookin' three chickens I'm Chef Boyardee when it comes to a ki Forty-three OZ's what I see every time for sure Latex gloves so it don't get into my pores Hardcore to the marrow, .4-5 barrel, yo, my dinero Is being stacked and packed away for a rainy day I slangs yay, mayne, through the Bay Hey, AK's is packed on a regular For my competitors, and my predators Who like to plot on my riches and my missus But she packs a deuce-deuce on the gooch and rarely misses Suspicious niggas get inflicted pain You couldn't watch Scarface to get this game Or The Godfather, or New Jack City I'm from the crew with no pity, the 60s Like Ripley's Believe It Or Not, I'm top notch Sippin' on Scotch on rocks and it won't stop [Chorus: Seagram, Spice 1] And it won't stop, and it won't quit (Murder, murder, murder, 1-87, the 1-87, the 1-87, the 1-87) Seag' and Spice 1, droppin' gangsta shit And it won't stop, and it won't quit (Murder, murder, murder, 1-87, the 1-87, the 1-87, the 1-87) Seag' and Spice 1, droppin' gangsta shit [Verse 2: Spice 1] Murder, murder, murder, murder motherfuckers Bailin' up outta the hooptie, pullin' out straps up on you suckas I got the hookup on AK's, mini-14s, grenades Played they ass like a Station, without no hesitation Never be waitin' to blast and leavin' that ass up in the casket You suckas gon' drop, get pistol-whipped then get your ass kicked I shot the bastard in cold blood up on the street Put my ear to his chest to hear his last beat I get adrenaline rushes when you stop breathin' Take your ass off the earth 'cause your soul has no reason Freezin', bodies be droppin' stiff like statues If you fuck over my money, I'm gon' damn sure cap you If you shittin' out a bag, I didn't finish my job Come back to put you in a coffin, let your family sob, nigga Itchy trigger finger, sing a lullaby S-P-I-C-E, still hard as fuck and born to die The S-P-I-C-E comin', gettin' hard to kill off Hard to kill off, hard to kill off, BLAOW [Chorus: Seagram, Spice 1] And it won't stop, and it won't quit Seag' and Spice 1, droppin' gangsta shit (And it won't stop) And it won't stop, and it won't quit Seag' and Spice 1, droppin' gangsta shit [Verse 3: Seagram] My name's Seagram without the comma and "S" I brings drama then trauma to my suspects A roughneck since I was a toddler Now I like Rolexes and Lexus and Rottweilers And Impalas, a fist full of dollars A mist of CK1 on my collar I'm popular, I'm tellin' ya, homes, on the real I work cellular phones with no bill The steel's kept close if you feel you want a dose Of the nigga who macks the most, packs the most Bust caps the most at my enemies Who all must die, nigga, LDI is the only way to fly Why ask why when you know who call shots Seagster, and it won't stop [Chorus: Seagram, Spice 1] And it won't stop, and it won't quit Seag' and Spice 1, droppin' gangsta shit And it won't stop, and it won't quit Seag' and Spice 1, droppin' gangsta shit And it won't stop, and it won't quit Seag' and Spice 1, droppin' gangsta shit And it won't stop, and it won't quit Seag' and Spice 1, droppin' gangsta shit [Outro: Seagram, Terry T] With Terry T on the beats, nigga Droppin' gangsta shit Droppin' gangsta shit Seag' and Terry T, droppin' gangsta shit Droppin' gangsta shit Seag' and Terry T, droppin' gangsta shit And it won't stop, and it won't quit Seag' and Terry T, droppin' gangsta shit And it won't stop, and it won't quit Seag' and Terry T, droppin' gangsta shit