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Can't Stop Us Lyrics - 613: Ashy To Classy - Field Mob

Uh, it's hard catchin' these old rhymes 

I cant' remember these old rhymes 

It's hard catchin' these old rhymes 

 

Shit we comin' after the Whack Rappers 

Studio Gat-Clappers, Slash Jackers 

Them braggin' back-stabbin' non-rappin' autographers 

And I'm backed up like brake lights don't beep me 

That's some shit you ain't gon' see like a punch in a snake fight 

Or a preacher that play dice it's another level bitch 

And I'm sick of rappers braggin' bout they diamond bezelled wrists 

My ice this, my ice that, I bet I'll melt yo shit 

'Cause Shawn J come hotter than the devil's dick 

 

Couldn't beat me if I was yo dick 

We were in the movies watchin' porn flicks in 3D and you were peewee 

I don't blow shit out of proportion I'll stuff you in yo mama's stomach 

Rap her then make her have an abortion 

The Vince carter of rap, Shawn tall and brown skinned 

Dunkin' dick in yo bitch with my arm in the rim 

Keep yo hoe I chase dough burnin' rappers till sun-up 

And jackin' off layin' on my back tryin' to come up 

 

To get grip Shawn Slick with bricks for chips 

I flip one-fifth of a brick nicks go for 6 

Tug a four-fifth with more glits than 6 twists 

I don't sniff but I spit Catch a whiff nit-wit 

Slick 6 style switch like a whip stick shift 

I stole rap like the Grinch stole Christmas 

My clique pissed tryin' to hit licks to get grip 

Tryin' to make more bread than bisquick biscuits 

 

This misfit pissed cause I hit his chick 

He mad cause I'm indiana like rik smits 

But he don't know I'm underground like the ninja turtle 

He wanna fight but he type that couldn't injure urkel 

I play the cut though Mr. nice guy slash cut throat 

Spit doo-doo like you butt blow uh-oh y'all best to get runnnin' 

Why? Shhh! I hear field mob comin' 

 

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage 

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage 

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage 

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage 

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage 

 

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage 

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage 

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage 

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage 

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage 

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage 

 

Uh, it's you boy Boondox aka smoke from the Mob 

That charcoal color lyrical criminal spittin' flows from yo ? 

I break bricks down in yo hood and take over yo block 

Whatever you want I got it from the south coast to the rocks 

Open up shop totin' a glock with a scope on the top 

Two clips in each ankle tucked low in my sock 

Like Lil' Whodi Wayne I'll have yo block scorchin' hot 

You need oven gloves to get yo mail out of yo box 

 

To you rappers thinkin' you gonna come control my block 

Check yo face you see a infrared now way it's not 

Close to yo eye and in yo ears and all up in yo teeth too 

So many red dots look like you sick with the measles 

My clique hold heat too but I roll with more people 

Macks like Rudy Ray Moore, Goldie and Seigel 

Like Bebe we don't die we multiply like wet gremlins 

Jack martin girl it's best you hide the baguettes listen 

 

We the best spittin' gold rhymes 

Lyrics stickin' to yo brain as if yo pillow was porcupine 

Not only yo mind I poke yo tummy like Doughboy 

Makin' ya bummy droppin' lyrical bows to yo stomach 

Smokey done it in two years and 4 weeks I ain't lying if Jigga Jordan 

You can call me the Kobe Bryant of this rap shit so go get more practice 

I skipped college and high school - I ain't even pass it 

Barely made it past the 10th grade you been writin' for 20 years 

And still writin' and I been in this shit getting' paid 

Spittin' raid at you cockroaches 

It makes you move out the way if you did not notice 

Here come the mob 

 

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage 

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage 

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage 

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage 

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage 

 

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage 

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage 

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage 

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage 

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage 

Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage 

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