Who Gon Stop Me

Album: Watch The Throne (2011)
Charted: 44
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  • [Flux Pavilion:]
    I can't stop-op-op-op
    I can't stop

    [Kanye West and Jay-Z:]
    This is something like the Holocaust
    Millions of our people lost
    Bow our heads and pray to the Lord
    'Til I die, I'ma fucking ball
    Now who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me, huh?
    Who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me, huh?
    Black cards, black cars, black on black, black broads
    Whole lotta money in a black bag
    Black strap: you know what that's for

    [Jay-Z, Kanye West:]
    Who gon' stop me, huh?
    Who gon' stop me, huh?
    Yeah, who gon' stop me?
    No brakes, I need State Farm
    So many watches, I need eight arms
    One neck but got eight charms
    Who gon' stop me, huh?

    [Kanye West:]
    Niggas talking, they bitch-made, ix-nay off my dicks-nay
    That's Pig Latin, itch-bay; who gon' stop me, huh?
    Last night ain't go so well, got kicked up out the hotel
    Got a little freaky like Marvin Albert, "Yes!" Tell Howard Cosell
    You just a commentator if you getting paper
    Everybody I know from the hood got common haters
    In some relations, you just supposed to say none
    Heard she fucked the doorman
    Well, that's cool, I fucked the waitress
    Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess that's on one basis
    I only like green faces

    [Kanye West and Jay-Z:]
    This is something like the Holocaust
    Millions of our people lost
    Bow our heads and pray to the Lord
    'Til I die, I'ma fucking ball
    Now who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me, huh?
    Who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me, huh?
    Black cards, black cars, black on black, black broads
    Whole lotta money in a black bag
    Black strap: you know what that's for

    [Kanye West and Jay-Z:]
    Y'all weed purple, my money purple
    Y'all Steve Urkel, I'm Oprah's circle (Yeah, yeah, let's go)
    I wrote the verse that I hope will hurt you

    [Jay-Z and Kanye West:]
    Who gon' stop me, huh?
    Beat the odds, beat the Feds
    It wouldn't be wise to bet against the kid
    Start me broke, I bet I get rich
    Night shift: six to six
    Give me one shot, one pot
    I'll show up in all white, wearin' no socks
    No ceiling, new coupe
    They know I'm a dope boy, they don't have no proof
    I'm three steps removed, I know how to move
    It's looking like I don't know how to lose
    I'm winning again, I'm at the Wynn
    I'm at the table, I'm gamblin'
    Lucky lefty, I expect a seven
    I went through hell, I'm expectin' heaven
    I'm owed, 'cause I'm dough, and I stuck to the G-code
    I'm here, oh yeah, I promise I ain't going nowhere
    OK, here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
    I'm allergic to havin' bunny ears, like broke, like nope
    Like ha, I ain't no joke
    I can't be stopped, like nope, like nope
    Extend the beat, Noah (...and pray to the Lord), uh

    [Jay-Z:]
    Two seats in the 911, uh
    No limit on the Black Card, uh
    Told y'all I was gonna go H·A·M, uh
    'Til the ocean was my backyard, uh
    No lies in my verses, hey
    Please pardon all the curses, hey
    Shit gotta come in some way, fuck
    When you're growing up worthless, uh
    Middle finger to my old life, uh
    Special shout-out to my old head, uh
    If it wasn't for your advice, uh
    A nigga would have been so dead, uh
    I'm living life 'til these niggas kill me
    Turn this up if you niggas feel me
    I'm riding dirty, tryna get filthy
    Pablo Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
    Graduated to the MoMA
    And I did all of this without a diploma
    Graduated from the corner
    Y'all can play me for a motherfuckin' fool if you wanna
    Street-smart and I'm book-smart
    Coulda been a chemist 'cause I cook smart
    Only thing that can stop me is me, hey
    And I'ma stop when the hook start, hol' up

    [Kanye West and Jay-Z:]
    This is something like the Holocaust
    Millions of our people lost
    Bow our heads and pray to the Lord
    'Til I die, I'ma fucking ball
    Now who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me, huh?
    Who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me, huh?
    Black cards, black cars, black on black, black broads
    Whole lotta money in a black bag
    Black strap: you know what that's for
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