You Can't Stop Me Now Lyrics - Inspectah Deck

Round up, round up, round up, round up 

Round up, round up, round up, round up... 

No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now 

No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now 

The greatest B-Boy of all time, started from small crimes 

While others had big tops I was slingin' small dimes 

Tryin' to make the come up, the blow used to numb up 

A few G's a week, my clique used to sum up 

Till my brother got locked up, my girl got knocked up 

My closest homies each, got popped up and shot up 

And cops flood the block, no way to eat 

So I dropped a half a G on a rented SP 

1200 Sampler, and a Yamaha Four-Track 

The bass from the lab used to blow the fuckin' door back 

While Ghost was doin' stick-ups, tryin' to make a vic' up 

Waitin' outside for the Brinks truck to pick up 

Nothing would work, so we're back to choppin' nicks up 

Givin' grown ass women two vials for a dick suck 

When I was stressed I would head to the rest 

Then the pads on the SP-12 got pressed 

Makin' beats for the streets, so the family could eat 

In '93, Wu-Tang Clan dropped their first LP 

We went platinum, *whoo-peesh*, yeah we flatten 'em 

Pockets got fat and um, went and got Cap and 'em 

Staten's on the map and um, Brooklyn Zu is bombin' 'em 

All around the world, Killa Beez start swarmin' 'em 

You can't stop us, you can't block us 

Rock us or mock us, knock us or top us 

Better sit back and watch us... 

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Can't stop me man... 

No matter how hard, you better go hard 

So hard, if you gonna try and stop me now 

I be ruckus to rhythm like the blocks be wild 

Bad enough I got the cops tryin' to lock me down 

Can't nobody break my stride or shake my pride 

Without a homicide, case and trial 

It's a long time comin', long nines bustin' 

Cradle to the grave I be on my grind hustlin' 

Sometimes when I think about it, have my mind buggin' 

The shit that I been through, things that I've seen 

The chicks that I ran through, places I've been 

I'm a victim of the very song I sing 

That's how it is in the heart of it, most want no part of it 

Some will soothe the pain through booze and narcotics 

I'm a hold my head, stay true to where my heart is 

Either you pay with your life, or you pay dues and homage 

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