[Chorus]
Nothing's gonna stop, nothing's gonna stop
Nothing's gonna stop me
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Ay yo I walk the walk, talk the talk
New York what's liver son, I'm Iverson
Killer cross, vanilla Porsche with diamerands
The mami man, vibin and, sometimes I lie when I
Creep right behind ya, leavin seeds right beside ya
n****
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Ten years in the same s***, nothing but a same hit
Revisit the catalog, been in it since a***og
d***it dawg I don't know which planet you landed on
Gotta understand the Don, I came from slangin grams of 'ron
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
You could neva eva, eva eva, eva eva get on my level
Smack the s*** out the devil
It's the god crack fully armed strapped
Where the Bronx at, hope ya guns clap cuz
We ready for combat, n****
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Fat Joe]
And that's my word to Pun, Reo, Sycho, Schmeo
Most legendary, most prolific MC's, it's hereditary
Terror Squad click, and we all spit
m***********z don't believe me then, watch the youngin s***, c*********s
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Tony Sunshine]
T-O-N-Y Sunshine hought tought who gun shy
Huh! g******it the flow sick and I'm so fly
Now who you know slang more d*** in some cho-cha
Quite like I n**** tonight you might die n****
[Chorus]
[Verse 5: Tony Sunshine]
Okay, we started this, beef we slaughter kid
Please, you in a starter kit
Try to kick some harder s***
In fact switch to reggae tone
Spit on some r*****ed s***, this is gangsta music
Joey Crack bring in the chorus kid
[Chorus]
[Joe & Tony ad lib]
[Chorus - 2X]
Nothing's gonna stop, nothing's gonna stop
Nothing's gonna stop me
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Ay yo I walk the walk, talk the talk
New York what's liver son, I'm Iverson
Killer cross, vanilla Porsche with diamerands
The mami man, vibin and, sometimes I lie when I
Creep right behind ya, leavin seeds right beside ya
n****
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Ten years in the same s***, nothing but a same hit
Revisit the catalog, been in it since a***og
d***it dawg I don't know which planet you landed on
Gotta understand the Don, I came from slangin grams of 'ron
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
You could neva eva, eva eva, eva eva get on my level
Smack the s*** out the devil
It's the god crack fully armed strapped
Where the Bronx at, hope ya guns clap cuz
We ready for combat, n****
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Fat Joe]
And that's my word to Pun, Reo, Sycho, Schmeo
Most legendary, most prolific MC's, it's hereditary
Terror Squad click, and we all spit
m***********z don't believe me then, watch the youngin s***, c*********s
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Tony Sunshine]
T-O-N-Y Sunshine hought tought who gun shy
Huh! g******it the flow sick and I'm so fly
Now who you know slang more d*** in some cho-cha
Quite like I n**** tonight you might die n****
[Chorus]
[Verse 5: Tony Sunshine]
Okay, we started this, beef we slaughter kid
Please, you in a starter kit
Try to kick some harder s***
In fact switch to reggae tone
Spit on some r*****ed s***, this is gangsta music
Joey Crack bring in the chorus kid
[Chorus]
[Joe & Tony ad lib]
[Chorus - 2X]