Who Gon Stop Me - Jay-Z, Kanye West

I can’t stop-op-op-op

I can’t stop

This is something like the Holocaust

Millions of our people lost

Bow our heads and pray to the Lord

'Til I die, I’ma 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

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 eight arms

One neck but got eight charms

Who gon' stop me, huh?

Niggas talking, they bitch-made, 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 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 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

Y’all weed purple, my money purple

Y’all Steve Urkel, I’m Oprah’s circle (Yeah, yeah, let’s go)

I wrote the verse that I hope will hurt you

Who gon' 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 dope 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 gamblin'

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 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 (…and pray to the Lord), uh

Two seats in the 911, uh

No limit on the Black Card, uh

Told y’all I was gonna go H·A·M, uh

'Til the ocean was my backyard, uh

No lies in my verses, hey

Please pardon all the curses, hey

Shit gotta come in some way, fuck

When you’re growing up worthless, uh

Middle finger to my old life, uh

Special shoutout to my old head, 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 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, hey

And I’ma stop when the hook start, hol' 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 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