[Chorus: Beastie Boys sample]
"You don't stop, ya keep on!"
"You don't stop, ya keep on!"
"You don't stop, ya keep on!"
[Verse 1: JuJu]
Hey, it's the Junkyard nigga, kid, you know what I'm about (What?)
Puffing on a fat one, guzzling a Guinness Stout (Ha)
Boning bitches on the regular (Word up)
My game is lethal, that's my word, I'm telling ya
Living foul like a motherfucker (Hahaha)
That's the way it's been ever since I was a shorty, sucker
So don't even try to flex
I'll put a round in your chest and leave you in a fucking mess
Niggas know my style, they be playing
If I have to catch a body, I will, know what I'm saying?
Niggas from Corona don't be having it
You put your face in my grill, I'll be stabbing it
You fuck around and catch a bad one
I'll kill you like a six-pack and put you in a bag, son
And I still ain't fronting
Fully loaded TEC, chump, ready to go hunting
[Chorus: Beastie Boys sample, Eric B & Rakim sample]
"You don't stop, ya keep on!"
"You don't stop, ya keep on!"
"Any MC that disagree with me, wave your arm"
"You don't stop, ya keep on!"
"You don't stop, ya keep on!"
"Any MC that disagree with me, wave your arm"
[Verse 2: Psycho Les]
I come equipped with shit that's fucking wicked – damn!
Niggas can't fuck with the program
I take a stand and look down the cliff
Take a swig and spark up the spliff (Boom!)
Niggas know the time with the Beatnuts funk
John Wayne got smoked when I popped the trunk
Punk, I told ya once and I won't tell ya twice
I smoke the blunts and we won't pay the price
For pussy or any fucking mass
Plus I'm raw dog style in your girl's ass
(Ho...) (Ooh!) I think I just came
STUD Spray didn't work, I guess it's all in your brain
Shit smells like demon spirit
Learn from Exorcist, punk, you can't come near it
So fear it, or you'll go out like the priest
Don't you know, man? I'm the wicked nigga from the East–
[Chorus: Beastie Boys sample, Eric B & Rakim sample, (Psycho Les)]
"You don't stop, you keep on!" (Coast)
"You don't stop, you keep on!"
"Any MC that disagree with me, wave your arm"
"You don't stop, you keep on!"
"You don't stop, you keep on!"
[Verse 3: Fashion]
Ooh, child! This motherfucker's down with the licks
Oh, shit! I'm hitting niggas sick with my tricks
So throw up, styles'll blow up whiles I go
On with the flow, better act like you know – hey
But I won't take no prisoners, got shit for his-'n-hers
Fucks up you all when The 'Nuts have a ball (Word)
'Cause we don't play, blast brains with the smoker
Get fucked up when we toke with the joker
And, never let me see ya crying
Heads start to flying, it's time for the dying
And I'ma get real deep, fall into a sleep
Knock a freak in my sheets, man, fuck counting sheep!
And (C-c-come on!) step on up and meet my TEC
Either fill you full of holes, or wring your fucking neck
'Cause I'ma let off and blast a shot in your eye
Make way, motherfucks, it's the real Superfly
[Outro: Fashion, an alleged ho]
Yeah
Yeah, yo-yo-yo, ho
Where the fuck is my loot at?!
Who the fuck you calling a ho?
You, biatch!
What the fuck you mean where yo' money at??
Where my loot at?
Fuck you, nigga! Yo, you fuckin' tried to jump me last week!
Na-na-na-na, look, look, look...
Fuck that bullshit!