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stopping everything - f i v e t w e l v e lyrics

[intro]

man who the f*ck in, who the f*ck is in this crib?
arab pass me the pistol (what kinda guns you have?)
i had a glock, like a 4*5 glock pistol
i start shooting at all of em
one n*gga run to the front door
i hop out, i start shooting

[hook: doublekay]

ain’t no time for games
we just pull up with the guns messing up the place (pa pa pa pa)
yeah, and they thought they ate
all these rappers know they just got they minute made
(ah huh huh huh)

we not here to play
(ah huh huh huh)
we just stopping everything
(ah huh huh huh)
we just stopping everything
(ah huh huh huh)
we just stopping everything
(ah huh)

[verse 1: doublekay]

it’s been four months since we dropped the tape
numbers going bananas like it’s some’ that’s being ate by apes (ate by apes)
you say 16 i say 8 by 8
by the time you figure fivetwelve it’ll be too late
(be too late)

nah, coz the best you ain’t
(coz the best you ain’t)
i’m so hollow they can’t touch me like a wet new paint
but they gon see me like a black dot on a blank white page
i’m the sh*t like a running stomach i just cannot wait
(i just cannot wait)
fashion statement, check they shirts with some collar crimes
i can’t tell, coz everything ain’t black and white
but we on to them you can call it white on rice
numbers never lie, fivetwelve yeah we on the rise
(yeah we on a rise)
flow full of garbage like a truck collecting waste
i can say the same ’bout what all these other rappers make
word to codeine eddy (eddy)
he’s not here to play (nah)
like covid*19, he’s just stopping everything

[hook: doublekay]

ain’t no time for games
we just pull up with the guns messing up the place (pa pa pa pa)
yeah, and they thought they ate
all these rappers know they just got they minute made
(ah huh huh huh)

we not here to play
(ah huh huh huh)
we just stopping everything
(ah huh huh huh)
we just stopping everything
(ah huh huh huh
we just stopping everything
(ah huh)

[verse: rwep]

four months later since we dropped the tape
what a way to separate the realest and the fake, yeah
had to step up and just demonstrate
making music that they bumpin up in heavens gates (say trane)
that’s prolly why you suckers don’t relate
i see kobe bump his head jammin to the tape
(kobe)
he pass the cd down to eazy*e
ain’t no disrespect i hope they resting easily
wanna pack my sh*t n leave the city
word to yumzi ain’t no love in the city really
just the critics and the hypocrites
who know better, doing nothing, quick to judge yo sh*t
sh*t, that sh*t don’t mean sh*t
you a living constipation you ain’t really sh*t

[hook: doublekay]

ah ain’t no time for games
we just pull up with the guns messing up the place( pa pa pa pa)
yeah and they thought they ate
all these rappers know they just got they minute made
(ah huh huh huh)

we not here to play
(ah huh huh huh)
we just stopping everything
(ah huh huh huh)
we just stopping everything
(ah huh huh huh)
we just stopping everything
(ah huh)

[outro]
they grabbed him like this
holding him with the gun like this
trying to back out the house and not get hit
you know what i’m saying
so i’m tryna shoot and not hit this n*gga

- f i v e t w e l v e lyrics

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