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Kanye West - Who Gon Stop Me Ft. Jay-Z Lyrics

This is something like the Holocaust, millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the Lord 'til I die I'm-a fucking ball

Now who gon stop me? Who gon stop me huh?
Who gon stop me? Who gon stop me, huh?
(Black cards, black cars, black on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag, black strap: you know what that's for)

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Who gon stop me?
No brakes, I need State Farm, so many watches I need eight arms
One neck but got eight charms, who gon stop me huh?

Niggas talking, they bitchmade, Ixnay off my dicksnay
That’s Pig Latin, itch-bay, who gon stop me huh?
Last night ain’t go so well, got kicked up out the hotel
Got a little freaky like Marvin Albert, "Yes!" Tell Howard Cosell
You're just a commentator if you getting paper
Everybody I know from the hood got common haters
In some relations you're just supposed to say none
Heard she fucked the doorman, well that’s cool I fucked the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess that’s on one basis
I only like green faces


[Verse 2: Kanye]
Y'all weed purple, my money purple
Y'all Steve Urkel, I’m Oprah's circle
I wrote the verse that I hope will hurt you

Who gon stop me hah? Beat the odds
Beat the Feds, it wouldn’t be wise to bet against the kid
Start me broke, I bet I get rich, nightshift: six to six
Give me one shot, one pot, I’ll show up in all white, wearin no socks

No ceiling, new coupe, they know I’m a dope boy, they don’t have no proof
I’m 3-steps-removed, I know how to move, it's looking like, I don’t know how to lose
I’m winning again, I’m at the Wynn, I’m at the table, I’m gamblin

Lucky lefty, I expect a seven, I went through hell, I’m expectin heaven
I’m owed, I throwed and I stuck to the G-code
I’m here, oh yeah, I promise I ain’t going nowhere
Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
I’m allergic to havin bunny ears like broke, like nope
Like ha, I ain’t no joke, I can’t be stopped, like nope, like nope!

Extend the beat Noah, two seats in the 911, no limit on the Black Card
Told y'all I was gonna go H·A·M 'til ocean was my backyard
No lies in my verses, please pardon all the curses
Shit gotta come some way, fuck, when you're growing up worthless

Middle finger to my old life, special shoutout to my old head
If it wasn’t for your advice, a nigga would have been so dead

I'm living life til these niggas kill me, turn this up if these niggas feel me
I’m riding dirty, tryna get filthy, Pablo Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
Graduated to the MoMA, and I did all of this without a diploma

Graduated from the corner, y'all can play me for a muthafuckin fool if you wanna
Street-smart and I’m book smart coulda been a chemist cause I cook smart
Only thing that can stop me is me and I’mma stop when the hook start, hold up


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