[Intro: Kurupt]
Yeah!
Pac, Dat N***a Daz, Kurupt
All up in this bitch

[Hook: Dat N***a Daz & (Kurupt)]
Don't stop, keep goin' (Keep it goin')
Don't stop, keep goin' (Got my n***a Slip Capone)
Don't stop, keep goin' (Hahahaha!)
Don't stop, keep goin' (Get outta here! Lot of fakers is out there)
Don't stop, keep goin' (N***as get around these backwoods)
Don't stop, keep goin' (Get around they mommas, pull up they pants)
Don't stop.. (Hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha!)
Don't stop.. (Biatch!)

[Verse 1: Dat N***a Daz]
Who mashes wit' da crazy illest n***as in town?! (I do!)
Killin' willingly, who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block corners, avenues and drives
It's about time, the mashin' has arrived
I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I pack the steel
Steadily givin' these n***as no passes on livin' (No passes!)
I spend major loot on khaki suits
Nike's and Croaker Sacks and sweatsuits, and leather boots
I box n***as twice my size, I bust wit' a fo'-five
Look you up in yo' eye and blast, make the party live
I live the unusual, crucial life
So pay attention when I come thru for you and your crew
It's just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it
Bruise you badly, you want confusion?
I mean, it's useless to step to this
We in effect, we dangerous
Contendin' mental murderers, and ain't afraid to diss, biatch!!
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Now, I've been called crazy, to fade me is not possible
I give a FUCK what you thought, or who you brought wit' you
(Bad Boy killer) A Bad Boy killer, Biggie annihilator
They wonderin' why he breathin', but bitches is dyin' later!
Better laugh now, then cry when I come to get you
I hit you wit' two Glocks, and leave you wit' scar tissue
On some loco shit, my pistols smoke yo' shit
Let's go for dolo, bitch! (Biatch!!) And watch me flow yo' shit
Mr. Makaveli movin' pieces like telekinesis
It's like a chess game, let's play wit' real pieces
Shots rang and n***as' brains was spilled
Another Bad Boy affiliator n***a was killed
I hit the funeral and bust at his folks
And leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke
Don't stop, keep goin'!

[Hook]
Don't stop (Don't stop), keep goin'
Don't stop (Don't stop), keep goin'
(It don't stop! Keep goin'!)
Don't stop (Don't stop), keep goin'
Don't stop (Don't stop), keep goin'
Don't stop (Don't stop), keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
[Verse 3: Kurupt]
Well, it's that seventeen shot Glock; cock it, the block rocker
Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chopper
Finally televised — Kurupt, Daz resides
Lethal wit' mics like guns, bats and knives
Those who oppose are my foes, I stand and rose
Deadliest MC across the globe — Kurupt Capone
(That's dat n***a!) I packs heat when it's cold
Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold
While you waitin' for the poetical Satan
Creatin' slaughters, runnin' thru camps like Walter Payton
I snatch ya breath! And bust 'til there's no one left
Who goes against the program? I'm the Man like Meth
I don't trust ya! The second I get a chance, I'mma bust ya
No matter where — you could be in Russia, I'mma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
(Outlawz in this muthafucka!)
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mask

[Hook]
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop.. don't stop..
[Outro: Dat N***a Daz & (Kurupt)]
Let the speakers bump.. (Biatch!!), let the speakers bump..
For everybody out there that got the humps in they Jeep
They Suburbans, they Lexus's, they Bimmers
We gon' break it down a lil' somethin' like this
For you to get yo' sub' on throughout yo' neighborhood
Turn it up! Check it out!
(They claim to be down, they say they down)
(Number one)