Artist: A.I.G.
Album:  Fame Labs Presents
Song:   Don't Stop
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Intro: AllahWise]
Let's do this shit early
Early in the morning and shit
I'm still on the fucking grind
Feel this, knowhatimsayin'
You know the shit don't stop, word up
How we do it, yeah, to the God

[AllahWise]
Man, what the fuck, I'm stuck in the game
G's up, hoes down, I came for the cup and the cane
Give me the crown, I'm the king of it, when I come around
Back 'em down, they see me coming, hard to keep they
Feet on the ground, God, I see them running hundred miles
Down the reign, they better not, mention my name
I pop, shot, block, get, wet like a lotta rain
I got alot to gain, get down, low down, dirty shame
Blow 'em out the frame when rush, I rush against the grain
It's crushed cut cocaine, dope, dust, crack and weed, man
I'm try'nna take lead at a high speed
Watch the block, it's full of pop of rocks
And cop's trynna snap shot, shut down padlock
No matter what I got, it's like I still don't have a lot
I still want a fatter knot, but, the corner's mad hot
Plus my little man got shot, seven time & died dead on the spot

[Chorus: AllahWise]
And the shit don't stop, til the casket drop
Blast shots, money in the socks, hit the stash box
What you know, the shit don't stop, til the casket drop
Blast shots, money in the socks, hit the stash box
What you know, the shit don't stop, til the casket drop
Blast shots, money in the socks, hit the stash box
Money in the socks, hit the stash box

[AllahWise]
I wear the unit flag like a cross
Some twenty carry, dripping off me like Irish moss
Glazed ice force, some praise now what the price cost
I'm buying it off, them other things riding the white horse
I got lost, had to find a way to get back on the right course
Made a few pit stop, the new hip hop, credit card scam
Pick pock', pickin' ya lock, pigeon on the block
Now I'm gettin' money, fash cash slippin' thru my hand like sand
In the hourglass, took two pulls off the power blast
Sat back doing the math, like damn, shit start adding up
Had a little Henny, no cut, pour that on my cup
That's what's up, I take another touch of that
Blueberry wrapped in vanilla Dutch, burning the clutch
I took too much, caught a nice rush, plus
Crush ice turn into slush, who you wanna trust
Might as well blame it on us
See the fame, and the fame, it's got us ready to bust
Like damn, shit's rough, shit still ain't enough
I'm in the struggle, gotta find all the pieces to the puzzle
Use my mind and my muscle, it's time to put the grind in the hustle

[Chorus]