Disturbing Tha Peace - Can't Be Stopped lyrics

knooooooowwwww, I know I can't be stooooopped! [Verse 1] Yea, uh, Deala, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh... The definition of trillness, outta the South Just that real sh**, not anotha n***a runnin' his mouth Pay attention, I'll explain why I can't be stopped And how I came to be the man on every neighborhood block Bronson, a young fly n***a straight out the slums Candy paint on Monte Carlos in the decks where I'm from Remember when I was first back from pullin' the first grab Or when the crack came I was the n***a with the first slam Who wants the 'yours truly', y'all cannot school me Put so much coke on the streets, Pepsi tried to sue me Wearin' a throwback, I dropped faces and ? crack And if I can't rap, the trap is where I'll go back This just one dimension, of a n***a spittin You're now welcomed to the dawnin of a new beginnin I'm the quarterback of crack because it's logical Don't want that yay, I'll switch up the plate, call me the honorable Deala not yo average dick ridin' b**h n***a I'm more like a Benz 6 ridin' sick n***a You know you the ??? darkskinned, heavily tatted ??? spark ten, heavily gatted C'mon dawg, you can't f** with me, leave it alone I got k**az on standby, breathe and it's on If this truly is a game then I'm the legend who wrote it And be careful 'cause the bases ain't the only thing loaded I knooooooowwwww, I know I can't be stooooopped! (I can't be stopped, I can't be stopped!) [Verse 2] Chrome wheelz on the 600, nuthin' but wood I-Double, DTP, we ain't nuthin' but hood You still tryina get a deal, but yo time's runnin' out You diarrhea in yo a**, the sh**'s not comin' out Okay, you dropped a lil' album, still got no ends I made more in a month doin 'Cris ad libs Do a background check on me, see how I live Don't let that Mac ground spit homey, think of yo kids Down hea, we for real, not just wordz and a rap Deala b**h! The same love in the burbs or the trap I can bang witchu, slang witchu, ride when I need to Drop somethin', cop somethin', slide when I need to You don't know me and all the warz that I've fought In the club, f** the bottle, whole bar gets bought Bronson! I'ma made man, you do the knowledge All you is just middle school, see me in college p**y rimz are not legal, f** a learnin' permit Me, I ride on grown men and the mirror's the tint Y'all n***az not quiet Ludacris, nowhere near Shawnna A mill ??? Fate, and Tity some otha drama And Tit' needs to get the title let alone the respect On every block I been on, not only the deck It's the same sh**, different day, I'm stuck in my ways DTP, we run the streets until I'm stuck in the grave I knooooooowwwww, I know I can't be stooooopped! (Repeat 4X)