I Just Can't Keep On Going

歌詞

[Rob] Bitch I got my weight up, now my dues is paid up It's niggaz falling off in this game, I'm trying to stay up I treat this shit just like George Girvin, it's a lay up You don't need no do's, cause my flows'll make you wake up I'm the baker put the cake up, we real put the fake up If your broad rolling with us, she coming back with no make up The game needed a shake up, so I'm here to get that paper Big Rob the Rhino, six-five earthquaker Got hoes in Jamaica, moving dust like a snake-a I roll with with Big Ake-a, cause he's a mic breaker If your gal beeping us, the Kingz is gon take her And don't bump your gums, or get heated like a vapor And niggaz gon hate you, whether you broke or got paper It don't matter, cause my lines'll put your career in danger This one here's a banger, to the booth I ain't no stranger Now you got your money's worth, cause the Kingz won't short tracer [Chalie] Your friend of a friend said this, your friend of a friend said that Better tell your friend of a friend, that Chalie Boy said to back back Before they get they head cracked, fucking with my bread stack No need for no conversation, bitch cause I'ma did that Little relief soldier, military minded Knock off your block and drop it, where your secretary find it (that's thoed, I'll rewind it) pay attention you'll find it Sickening how I be spitting, giving sight to the blinded Perfectly timed it, showing my ass Conscience clearer, but all these hating hoes in the past Want smouse on my cash, on the track I'ma blast You can compare and contrast, I'm the best the rest trash [Tite] Move fast but I bet you, only be playing catch up Niggaz that hold plex, end up leaving on a stretcher Dripping red ketchup, for fucking with my ghett-a Let the sun do it, cause I ain't gon sweat you Tite revving up the Nikes, as far Dime piece in the drop, I keep the nicest broad The good life is what I live, with a nice support And anybody trying to take it, getting life support Feel my speech I reach out, still I T I'm like a stove when I spit, you could feel my heat I got flows like the lotto, you can take your pick Put the Tite on your song, and it could make you rich You bastards sick, thinking I don't hear the chatter I got a nice Smith and Wess', that'll squish your bladder A line this side, the ghetto got me crying inside I never go without a fight, shit I'm down with pride I'm a man not a mouse, never trust the gritty King Kong got the hood, and I'll crush the city It's do or die, you want to know who am I The same gangstas on them cd's, you choose to buy [Coop] Another day another year, and it's still no fear Never thought to bite my tongue, when I spit in your ear All these messy ass niggaz, talking bout bidness they taking They want the hoes that I'm taking, the money I'm making Most boys want to walk, before they crawl Man it's real in the field, everybody can't ball Need that eye of the tiger, a heart that won't quit Ain't no question bout your blood, you a full bread pit Sit back relax my mind, over dranks and blunts I'm thinking yacht with two cots, and a bitch on the front Ghetto fab how I keep it, so that's how you receive it Might not believe it, but nigga mo' money I need it Ways I'm thinking be major, and it might bring pain Can't nan you boys stop me, cause this style's my fame Tarnish my name, you got a nigga fucked up kids Don't let your folks have to read about, the shit I did Freestyle Kingz, FK2K3 You next to the DJ Bull, this how it go down Dirty South style, Dirty Third Records