Can’t Stop Me (Makavelian Souljah Force Remix) 2Pac
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[Intro] (2Pac)
Yeah niggas, you can't fuck with us
Tell 'em to come the fuck on
Scared bitch motherfuckas, Yeah
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Dave Duke sure look cute in that black suit (Oooohhh)
But even cuter behind the barrel of my six shooter
You look worried 'cause I ain't buried? Punks leave in a hurry
'Cause I throw flurries, makin' motherfuckas scurry
Come feel the flavor from my single, and brain cell's tingle
I'm feelin' stronger than a fuckin' mad Dingo and uh
How's that for black history?
I stay strapped and love to jack those that slang that crack misery
'Cause bein' a nigga means you love niggas
But how could you love niggas, if you tryna drug niggas?
You mothafuckas need your cap's peeled
'Cause when blacks kill blacks, we stay trapped and that's real
And we don't need no more statistics (Why?)
It's time to get more realistic for the young the black and the gifted
And until my people get uplifted, there's no poppin' shit
Just poppin' clips, instead of marchin' we gon' rip shit
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Some say the government'll watch me, but they can't stop me
I'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse
And even if they pull they triggers, they can shoot one man
But nothing's gonna stop the plan of true niggas
Some say the government'll watch me, but they can't stop me
I'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse
And even if they pull they triggers, they can shoot one man
But nothing's gonna stop the plan of true niggas
Yeah niggas, you can't fuck with us
Tell 'em to come the fuck on
Scared bitch motherfuckas, Yeah
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Dave Duke sure look cute in that black suit (Oooohhh)
But even cuter behind the barrel of my six shooter
You look worried 'cause I ain't buried? Punks leave in a hurry
'Cause I throw flurries, makin' motherfuckas scurry
Come feel the flavor from my single, and brain cell's tingle
I'm feelin' stronger than a fuckin' mad Dingo and uh
How's that for black history?
I stay strapped and love to jack those that slang that crack misery
'Cause bein' a nigga means you love niggas
But how could you love niggas, if you tryna drug niggas?
You mothafuckas need your cap's peeled
'Cause when blacks kill blacks, we stay trapped and that's real
And we don't need no more statistics (Why?)
It's time to get more realistic for the young the black and the gifted
And until my people get uplifted, there's no poppin' shit
Just poppin' clips, instead of marchin' we gon' rip shit
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Some say the government'll watch me, but they can't stop me
I'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse
And even if they pull they triggers, they can shoot one man
But nothing's gonna stop the plan of true niggas
Some say the government'll watch me, but they can't stop me
I'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse
And even if they pull they triggers, they can shoot one man
But nothing's gonna stop the plan of true niggas
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