Stop

[Intro: Swizz Beats]

Swizzy...Beats...

[Chorus]

Aiyo I cannot (Stop), I will not (Stop)

AS WE PROCEED

[Verse 1]

Young Hov got the block on smash

Put the gun to the back and hop on some ass

Nigga fresh-dressed and stay poppin' tags

Put the (?) on the truck 'for I drop the rag

Bitches want to bring up the topic of my past

It's legendary in the hood how I got my cash

I'm legendady in the hood so I got the mag

And I've never been a fronter so I've got to blast

Will I flash... Not...

As I'm not playing with you motherfuckers the casket drops

You bastards not gon' assassinate the name I got

Ya'll hear me though

Young Hov got the block on smash

And everybody and their momma want to stop my cash

Everybody want drama with the top of the brass

'Til I come through hop out the cab

1-8-7 they ass

[Bridge]

(Stop) Somebody 'gon (Drop) Ya'll hear me though...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Young Hov got the game in a frenzy

Twenty million sold all independently

So when you mention me

Make sure you got together your 'semblies

Like "he's the games J.F.Kennedy"

I started out I ain't have no chimney

My ma was Santa Claus, well at least she pretended to be

'Til one night, well that's if memory serves me correct I caught her under

the Christmas tree

Young Hov ain't have no pops

Thank God man I had the block

Ya'll hear me though

You young fucks got the game all wrong

This is my life man this ain't no song

You ain't livin' your rhymes out, you live at your mom's house

In that tight-ass room, pullin' the cars out

And the mirror pointin' at your reflection, killing yourself

You American Pie, stop feeling yourself

Nigga, you just a worker, go deal yourself

Stop being a server, get a meal yourself

Where your heart at, all that yick-yack, ain't nobody scared of your gats

We got bigger ones

How many niggas done shot at me shivering

They were so scared they ain't hit me once

Young Hov 'bout to go to the range

'Bout to work on perfecting my aim

[Chorus]