'Cause Shawn J come hotter than the devil's dick
Barely made it past the 10th grade you been writin' for 20 years
He wanna fight but he type that couldn't injure urkel
But he don't know I'm underground like the ninja turtle
Tug a four-fifth with more glits than 6 twists
The Vince carter of rap, Shawn tall and brown skinned
And I'm sick of rappers braggin' bout they diamond bezelled wrists
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
I flip one-fifth of a brick nicks go for 6
I don't sniff but I spit Catch a whiff nit-wit
We were in the movies watchin' porn flicks in 3D and you were peewee
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
And still writin' and I been in this shit getting' paid
You can call me the Kobe Bryant of this rap shit so go get more practice
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Two clips in each ankle tucked low in my sock
Dunkin' dick in yo bitch with my arm in the rim
He mad cause I'm indiana like rik smits
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
We the best spittin' gold rhymes
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Close to yo eye and in yo ears and all up in yo teeth too
That's some shit you ain't gon' see like a punch in a snake fight
Rap her then make her have an abortion
Makin' ya bummy droppin' lyrical bows to yo stomach
I stole rap like the Grinch stole Christmas
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Them braggin' back-stabbin' non-rappin' autographers
Tryin' to make more bread than bisquick biscuits
Uh, it's you boy Boondox aka smoke from the Mob
My clique hold heat too but I roll with more people
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Couldn't beat me if I was yo dick
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Not only yo mind I poke yo tummy like Doughboy
Check yo face you see a infrared now way it's not
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
My ice this, my ice that, I bet I'll melt yo shit
Studio Gat-Clappers, Slash Jackers
Here come the mob
Whatever you want I got it from the south coast to the rocks
Like Lil' Whodi Wayne I'll have yo block scorchin' hot
Open up shop totin' a glock with a scope on the top
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
I break bricks down in yo hood and take over yo block
Why? Shhh! I hear field mob comin'
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
My clique pissed tryin' to hit licks to get grip
Jack martin girl it's best you hide the baguettes listen
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
To get grip Shawn Slick with bricks for chips
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
And jackin' off layin' on my back tryin' to come up
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
I play the cut though Mr. nice guy slash cut throat
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
That charcoal color lyrical criminal spittin' flows from yo ?
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
So many red dots look like you sick with the measles
Slick 6 style switch like a whip stick shift
Lyrics stickin' to yo brain as if yo pillow was porcupine
I skipped college and high school - I ain't even pass it
Keep yo hoe I chase dough burnin' rappers till sun-up
To you rappers thinkin' you gonna come control my block
Spittin' raid at you cockroaches
Macks like Rudy Ray Moore, Goldie and Seigel
And I'm backed up like brake lights don't beep me
I don't blow shit out of proportion I'll stuff you in yo mama's stomach
You need oven gloves to get yo mail out of yo box
Like Bebe we don't die we multiply like wet gremlins
Or a preacher that play dice it's another level bitch
Spit doo-doo like you butt blow uh-oh y'all best to get runnnin'
This misfit pissed cause I hit his chick
It makes you move out the way if you did not notice
Shit we comin' after the Whack Rappers
It's hard catchin' these old rhymes
Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't stop Kalage
Smokey done it in two years and 4 weeks I ain't lying if Jigga Jordan
