Don't Stop What You're Doin' - Alicia Myers

Stop, look what you're doing to me Oh, stop, stop it, baby Look what you're doing to me Oh, I've cried so many nights Can't seem to dry Oh, I can't seem to dry my weeping eyes I can never find another love That's why you hear me say Stop, look what you're doing to me Oh, stop, stop it, baby Look what you're doing to me You got me worrying my life away I tell you I can't hold Oh, I can't hold my head up high Sometime I feel like I just wanna die Will I ever quit saying Stop, look what you're doing to me Oh, stop, stop it, baby Look what you're doing to me There's no other way I'll be satisfied I won't ever leave, I got to Believe you're coming home soon But until you do, I still love you Please, please, please, please Stop, stop, stop Look what you're doing to me Oh, I just can't take it no more I think you better Stop, stop, stop Look what you're doing to me Oh, stop, stop, stop Look what you're doing to me Oh, look what you're doing to me Stop it, stop it, stop it...

"What Yall Doin" All the real niggas locked up in prison Most my niggas robbin' or either killin' Some my niggas on the block drug dealin' I just wanna know, what y'all doin'? What y'all doin'? What y'all doin'? Gotta make a difference in your own hood Feel like Will Smith, I see millions, I'm gonna pursue it If my momma told me if I came up short it's all good No I had to tell my mom sorry, I could picture me in that 'Rari After all the pain that we went through I don't even wanna rewind it Free all my niggas went down in the system Send the Green Dot cause I miss 'em R.I.P. my nigga Pistol, can't believe the bullet hit him Sometimes a young nigga might wanna cry But I can't let you niggas see it It was in my soul takin' flats and gold Juugin' round the city for no reason Juug Season, that's what a young nigga called it, Juug Season In the jungle, I survived every season What are you doin'? You had money, you blew it You had dreams on the court, didn't have no support All these niggas they stuck in the system Police keep killin' my people Trap on the block with the reefer Tryin' to count up the monifa Beating the pot I might sneak her Used to kick doors for new sneakers Can't trust no bitch cause the sneakin' I step out that, shoot through your back call you Ricky Now I got riches so bitches they miss me Wanna know what you been doin' all this time Why you ain't got no money on your mind Together we stand, we fall apart then we divide Fuck the police we might start up a riot This shit is so pitiful, had to pay money for my nigga's funeral That was my nigga we had so much unity I got in my heart, he on top and he smilin' Used to talk about a fuckin' rivalry What about police that take a bribery? They don't give a fuck about people in poverty Don't got no property This a democracy, no apology Some of my niggas on the block right now Most of my niggas kick doors right now Run up on a nigga tryna rob, got a 100 round drum right now Most of my niggas court, judge don't drop the hammer down No Tony Parker, I came a long way from that starter I'm thanking God cause I never had to ride that Marta Now my diamonds flawless, make a nigga nauseous That nigga fresher than Carlton, tryna fuck on Ms. Parker Remember wanna be a monster, niggas playin' cops and robbers Ever since a youngin' I was a problem I was a leader, never was a follower I got your ho in my condo, she poppin' it You niggas bitches, you niggas be gossiping' If a nigga want it, I'ma go get it My nigga we break it we split it We takin' riches cause niggas jumpin' them fences

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