[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
have, never will, all that shit means nothing to me. I see through the fashion parade, it's so fucking fake. Never, it means nothing to me. Look inside
Terror error Terror Squad nigga Take that with you cocksucker Nothings gonna stop, nothings gonna stop Nothings gonna stop me Nothings gonna stop, nothings gonna stop Nothings gonna stop me
fucking fake Never, it means nothing to me, nothing to me It means nothing to me, to me It means nothing to me, to me, to me
[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
Traduzione: Terror Squad. Niente Gonna Stop Me.
should have made me safe March, throw your weight at me March, kill your love for me March, tear away for me March, show your love for me March, kill
fuckin G I break crazy a lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me mutha fuck mutha fuck pigs can't stop me UHH
catch me rollin' through your area In something big like a aircraft carrier With the big beat bangin' on the stere-a Sitting next to a pitbull terrie-
a small grey cat to me Sleepin underneath the silvery moon Paws curled beneath your head 'til the sun came round just around noon And you would greet me
t relate Watch me blow spots and show cats how to rock properly Like Gotti, the head nigga I gotta be [DJ Greyboy cuts up] Look me in my eyes and tell
If you're not with us you're against us But us is always you And we is never me I see a planned misdirection Manipulate through terror Ever threatening The brotherhood will stop at nothing
on the lands of my fathers So long ago they died Day and night, Brittany haunted my every thoughts Vas not my love for her crazy ? The day light of rainy seas, nothing could delight me
containment Fear mongering of terrorism, downplaying the war's death Kill 100,000 Iraqis and portraying we're blessed Well shit, you don't say, the terror
's getting old *Whispers behind closed doors eyes spy from dark windows Plotting minds seek to harm me, or maybe not, I don't really know There is something Waiting for me
