Can't Be Stopped (I Know) (Album Version Explicit)

I know, I know it can be done
Haha, yeah, who, nigga, who, who, who, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh

The definition of trillness out of the South
Just that real shit, not another nigga runnin' his mouth (Uh-huh)
Pay attention, I'll explain why I can't be stopped
And how I came to be the man on every neighborhood block
Bronson, a young fly nigga straight out the slums
Candy paint on Monte Carlos and the Dec's where I'm from
Remember when I was first bagged for pullin' a purse grab
And when the crack came, I was the nigga with the first slab
Who else but yours truly (Uh), y'all cannot school me (Oh)
Put so much coke on the street, Pepsi tried to sue me
Wearin' a throwback, I jump fences and throw crack
And if I can't rap, the trap is where I go back (Woo)
This is one dimension (Yeah), of a nigga spittin' (Yeah)
You're now welcome to the dawnin' of a new beginnin'
I'm the quarterback of crack because it's logical
Don't want that yay, I switch up the play, call it a audible
Dealer not your average dick-ridin' bitch nigga
I'm more like a Benz-6 ridin' sick nigga
You know me, folk, dark-skinned, heavily tatted
I'm quick to fuckin' spark ten, heavily gatted
Come on, dog, you can't fuck with me, leave it alone
I got killers on standby, breathe it's on
If this truly is a game, then I'm the legend who wrote it
And be careful 'cause the bases ain't the only thing loaded

I know, I know it can be done
Okay, we start, okay, we start

Chrome wheels on the 600, nothin' but wood (Uh-huh)
I double DTP, we ain't nothin' but hood (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
You still tryna get a deal, but your time's runnin' out
You diarrhea and no ass, this shit's not comin' out
Okay, you dropped a little album, still got no ends
I made more in a month doin' Chris ad-libs
Do a background check on me, see how I live
Don't let that MAC round spit, homie, think of your kids
Down here, we for real, not just words in a rap
Dealer, bitch, the same love in the 'burbs or the trap
I can bang with you, slang with you, ride when I need to
Drop somethin', cop somethin', slide when I need to
You don't know me and all the wars that I fought
In the club, fuck the bottle, whole bar gets bought
Bronson, I'm a made man, you do the knowledge
All your weed's just middle school, see me in college
Plus your rims are not legal, fuck a learner's permit
Me, I ride on grown men and the mirrors are tint
Y'all niggas not quite Ludacris, nowhere near Shauna
A mil' sort of faith and titties, some other drama
It take years to get the title, let alone the respect
On every block I've been on, not only the Dec'
It's the same shit, different day, I'm stuck in my ways
DTP, we run the streets until I'm stuck in the grave

I know, I know it can be done
I know, I know it can be done
I know, I know it can be done
I know, I know it can be done