Who Gon Stop Me (Album Version|Edited) - Jay-Z/Ye

Lyrics by：Kanye West/MIKE DEAN/Shawn Carter/Joshua Kierkegaard/M. Simmonds/S. Joseph

Composed by：Kanye West/MIKE DEAN/Shawn Carter/Joshua Kierkegaard/M. Simmonds/S. Joseph

Produced by：Sham "Sak Pase" Joseph/Kanye West/MIKE DEAN

I can't stop stop stop stop stop

Stop stop stop stop stop

Stop stop stop stop stop

Stop stop stop stop stop

Stop stop stop stop stop

Stop stop stop stop stop

I can't stop stop stop stop

This is something like the Holocaust

Millions of our people lost

Bow our heads and pray to the Lord

To the Lord

'Til I die I'ma ******* 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

Who gon' stop me huh stop me huh

Who gon' stop me huh stop me huh

Yeah who gon' stop me 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 *****-made ix-nay off my dicks-nay

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 ell Howard Cosell

You just a commentator if you getting paper

Everybody I know from the hood got common haters

In some relations you just supposed to say none

Heard she ****** the doorman

Well that's cool I ****** the waitress

Heard Yeezy was racist well I guess that's on one basis

I only like green faces

This is something like the Holocaust

Millions of our people lost

Bow our heads and pray to the Lord

To the Lord

'Til I die I'ma ******* ball

Now who gon' stop me

Now who gon' stop me

Who gon' stop me huh stop me huh

Who gon' stop me

Who gon' stop me

Who gon' stop me huh 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

Ya'll w**d purple my money purple

Ya'll Steve Urkel I'm Oprah's circle

I wrote the verse that I hope'll hurt you

Who gone stop me huh

Beat the odds beat the feds

It wouldn't be wise to bet against the kid

Start me broke I bet I get rich

Night shift 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 d**e boy they don't have no proof

I'm three 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 gambling

Lucky lefty I expect a seven

I went through hell I'm expectin' heaven I'm owed

'Cause I'm dough and I stuck to the G-code

I'm here oh yeah I promise I ain't goin' 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 uh

No limit on the Black Card uh

Told y'all I was gon' go

HAM uh

'Til the ocean was my backyard uh

No lies in my verses hey

Please pardon all the curses hey

**** gotta come in some way ****

When you growing up worthless uh

Middle finger to my old life uh

Special shoutout to my oldhead uh

If it wasn't for your advice uh

A nigga would have been so dead uh

I'm living life 'til these niggas kill me

Turn this up if you 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 ************* fool if you wanna

Street-smart and I'm book-smart

Could've been a chemist 'cause I cook smart

Only thing can stop me is me hey

And I'ma stop when the hook start hold up

This is something like the Holocaust Holocaust

Millions of our people lost people lost

Bow our heads and pray to the Lord

To the Lord

'Til I die I'm a ******* ball

Now who gon' stop me

Now who gon' stop me

Who gon' stop me huh stop me huh

Who gon' stop me

Who gon' stop me

Who gon' stop me huh 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