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    "Can't Stop Us" Lyrics

    Field Mob

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    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
    This song was submitted on June 28th, 2006 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Amin Anwar Miller, Darion T. Crawford, Emanuel Anderson, Shawn T. Johnson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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