Can't Be Stopped Lyrics - Singles - Disturbing Tha Peace

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 shit, not anotha nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga 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' bitch nigga 

I'm more like a Benz 6 ridin' sick nigga 

You know you the ??? darkskinned, heavily tatted 

??? spark ten, heavily gatted 

C'mon dawg, you can't fuck with me, leave it alone 

I got killaz 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 ass, the shit'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 bitch! 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, fuck 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 

Pussy rimz are not legal, fuck a learnin' permit 

Me, I ride on grown men and the mirror's the tint 

Y'all niggaz 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 shit, 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)