Who Gon Stop Me - Album Version (Edited) - Jay-Z & Kanye West

This is something like the Holocaust

Millions of our people lost

Bow our heads and pray to the Lord

Til I die I'ma fuckin' 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?

Who gon' stop me, huh?

Yeah, who gon' stop me?

No brakes, I need, State Farm

So many watches I need 8 arms

One neck but got 8 charms

Who gon' stop me, huh?

Niggas talkin', they bitch 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! Tell 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 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

This is something like the Holocaust

Millions of our people lost

Bow our heads and pray to the Lord

Til I die I'ma fuckin' 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

Y'all weed purple, my money purple

Y'all Steve Urkel, I'm Oprah circle

I wrote the verse, that I hope will hurt you

Who gone stop me huh?

Beat the odds, best the Feds

It wouldn't be wise, to bet against the kid

Start me broke, I bet I get rich

Night shift, 6 to 6

Gimmie one shot, one pot

I'll show up in all white, wearing 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 gambling,

Lucky lefty, I expect a 7,

I went through hell, I'm expecting heaven, I'm owed,

I'm throwed and I stuck to the G-code,

I'm here, oh yeah, I promise I ain't going nowhere,

OK here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats

I'm allergic to having 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…

2 seats in the 911, no limit on the black card

Told y'all I was gonna go HAM, til' the ocean was my backyard

No lies in my verses, please pardon all the curses

Shit gotta come some way, fuck, when you growing up worthless

Middle finger to my old life, special shout out 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, trying to 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 motherfuckin' fool if you wanna,

Street smart, and I'm book smart

Could have been a chemist, cause I cook smart

Only thing to stop me is me,

And I'ma stop when the start

Hold up

This is something like the Holocaust

Millions of our people lost

Bow our heads and pray to the lord

Til I die, I'ma fuckin' 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

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