Clipse — Never Will It Stop

[Intro: Pusha T] Never will it stop The 50 in the duffel won't crush It settles to the bottom like dust Fuck what ya heard, you ain't countin' paper like us [Verse 1: Pusha-T] Go-getter, I come from the corner like most niggas Now from afar, I toast niggas, roast niggas Anywhere, whichever the coast nigga Compare me to them two ghost niggas -- Hail Mary Heart break when they tales fairy I kissed that girl and I likes it, like Kate Perry The tongue-tester Niggas on the corner juggle Os for the king, like a jester Child of a lesser, God, so when I drop the top It's my way of feeling closer to the Lord Reaching for the heavens; 'til then, I settle for the 7 30 floors upper, room key at the Western With her on her back, and her on her knees My ghetto ass trying to pronounce they dungarees I say Raph, they say Raf Simon They think it's real cute while they giving me dome [Verse 2: Ab-Liva] Liva, heh, the cross I bear So fly in that Purple Label cloth I wear No matter the cost, I make Porsche like fear Every stitch, every seam, when I floss, y'all stare Ferrari 500, them horse I tear I circle, I veer, y'all pause like deer In the headlights, mami play red light, green light And hop that red torch I steer There's no law I've feared, arm glowin' like a roadside flare King-pin so the soft I shared I carried, I huddled, I dared, I muscled, I bled I sweated, I teared, got crowned and got cheered You 10 grand quarter pound ration Went 36 flat, that's a asking, now two-thirds got it for a fraction A cinder, put in the dash in the fender Dryer sheets, that cover that scent that it renders [Hook: Pusha T] Never will it stop Ever, never, never will it stop Ever, never, never will it stop Ever, never, never will it stop Never will it stop The 50 in the duffel won't crush It settles to the bottom like dust Fuck what ya heard, you ain't countin' paper like us A million in the ceiling I can touch [Verse 3: Malice] And still don't nothing move but the money Nothing like 50 bricks wrapped like the mummy With the return ensures the second coming So tongue-numbing nigga, you can bet your last Not a gram off either, you can bet your ass! I stay with the fifth since niggas want to grab Fast life, get it? Y'all is on the fast And them hoes never say no 'less they on they rag Louie bags, I trick 'em with good faith In hopes they return the favor, with good face Mentally, my mind in a good place Wake up e'ery morning admiring landscape Hell, even my garage a menage Like my hoes exotic, same as my cars Million-dollar deposit, you suffer from withdrawals I got in the game in the bag like I'm Claus [Hook: Pusha T] Never will it stop Ever, never, never will it stop Ever, never, never will it stop Ever, never, never will it stop Never will it stop The 50 in the duffel won't crush It settles to the bottom like dust Fuck what ya heard, you ain't countin' paper like us A million in the ceiling I can touch