Don’t Stop, Keep Goin’ (Original Version)

[Intro: Dat Nigga Daz]
Yeah!
This the original right here, ya know what I mean?
Fuck Death Row!
We gon' give it to ya like this
Wit' my nigga Nas, ya know what I mean?
Daz and Kurupt featurin' Nas
Y'all didn't know that, huh?
We gon' keep it goin' like that, ya know what I mean?
Keep goin', yeah!

[Hook: Dat Nigga Daz]
We won't stop, bitch, niggas keep goin'
We won't stop, bitch, niggas keep goin'
On and on, on and on
On and on and on and on and on and on and on

[Verse 1: Dat Nigga Daz]
Who mashes wit' da crazy illest niggas in town?! (I do!)
Killin' willingly, who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block corners, avenues and drives (Uh-huh)
It's about time, the mashin' has arrived (Fuck Death Row!)
I take you on a mission, be on a mission of packin' steel
Steadily givin' no niggas no passes on livin'
I spend major loot on khaki suits (Ah-hah)
Nike's and Croaker Sacks and sweatsuits, and leather boots
I box niggas twice my size, I bust wit' a fo'-five
Look you in yo' eye and blast, and make the party live
I'm in the unusual, crucial life
So nigga, pay attention when I come thru for you and ya crew
It's just a man and his music (Ah-hah), I ain't afraid to use it
Bruise you bad! (Sucka!)
What confusion? I mean, it's useless to step to this (Ah-hah)
Nas, Kurupt — we dangerous (Woooo!)
Contendin' mental murderers, and ain't afraid to diss
(Haha! Haha!)

[Verse 2: Nas]
The golden child shot that ass up, 'cause you was holdin' out
Let the streets be the courts, and corners hold the trial
Fatal, not fictitious
I rocked the cable '86's
Foreign cars, young with crazy bitches
Mad smoke makes me able to quote
Solicitin' ill editions of the murder he wrote
A provocative plan can bring a knot to my hand
As the pyramids that stand on the top of the sand
I want G's, numerous seeds and real weed
I'm pleadin' guilty — like Bob Marley, the weed killed me
I intercourse verbally, poetic perjury
To copy words of me leads to murder in the third degree
I learned to live life fast
(Woooo! Woooo! Woooo!)
So I can count very large amounts of cash
(Woooo! Woooo! Woooo! Woooo!)
With Kurupt, Tha Pound and Daz
I'm Nasty, Nas be large but not flashy
Laid up in the cut, dipped up like where the stash be

[Hook: Nas & (Dat Nigga Daz)]
Don't stop (Don't stop!), keep goin' (Keep goin'!)
Don't stop (Don't stop!), keep goin' (Keep goin'!)
Don't stop (Don't stop!), keep goin' (Keep goin'!)
Don't stop (Don't stop!), keep goin' (Kurupt!!)

[Verse 3: Kurupt]
Well, it's that seventeen shot Glock — cock it, the block rock
Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chop
Finally televised — Kurupt, Daz and Nas
Lethal wit' mics like guns, bats and knives
Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows
Deadliest MC across the globe — Kurupt Capone
I packs heat when it's cold
Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold
While you waitin' for the poetical Satan
Creatin' slaughters, runnin' thru camps like Walter Payton
I snatch ya breath, and bust 'til there's no one left
Who goes against the program? I'm the Man like Meth
I don't trust ya! The second I get a chance, I'mma bust ya
No matter where — you could be in Russia, I'mma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mask

[Verse 4: Dat Nigga Daz]
Wit' da limited edition classic rhymes that'll diss ya
Down to battle 'til the end, nigga, fuck bein' friends!
Now, who wanna out-scrap me?!
Now, who wanna outmatch me?!
For whatever I got, they plottin' to harass me
Be Illmatic, wit' the automatic and the yes
Tha Kingpin and Dat Nigga Daz — top status!
Cashin' over some passin'
Askin' for shit, straight mashin' for asses
No questions — I'm bustin'!
And I love cussin'! (Say what?! Say what?!)
And destruction as much as I love fuckin' (Ah-hahhh!)
The fanatic addicts is back to accumulate the wack
Put 'em back in the bucket and let 'em float
And never, ever come back
I catch contact from cigarettes
Plug me up wit' style, it's embellishment
To have confidence and conquer the world in a hour-and-a-half
Be careful what happens!
Nigga, you do not wanna feel the wrath!
I laugh, strive for paper
I'd hate to be the example to trample all the fakes
Who wanna claim to be down wit' Tha Pound, but really ain't
(Dogg Pound!)
Come around, be found to awake theyself at they wake
The mistake is — diss for confidence makes me relevant
Niggas be watchin' and seein' what I be tokin' wit' (Who dat!?)
The strap'll make you into powder, turn a sweet MC sour
Devour your whole crew to prove that you a coward!

[Hook: Dat Nigga Daz]
Don't stop! Keep goin'!
Don't stop! Keep goin', goin'!
Don't stop! Nas!

[Verse 5: Nas]
I be jewelin' like Julius
To grab a mic — it's cool, the mental sounds ludicrous
For you to diss is hazardous
Gold chain and diamond Lazarus, I rap fabulous
Loaded gat stays strapped to cap cabbages
Jesus Christ, I piece it right on the time
Interludes vary like illusions in the mind
Destruction on the black planet, I crack granite
Bourgeois repertoire, rude and bad-mannered
Heavy caliber clicker, Hennessy babysitter
Mercedes, .380's, a crew of crazy niggas
With the biggest reputation and livest names
Cliques kickin' accusations on private planes
I might cash you chumps like change
Over beats Dat Nigga Daz made that pumps like veins
(Woooo! Woooo! Woooo! Woooo! Woooo!)
Yo, we cussin', no parental discretion
Testin' guns off in yo' section, East-West connection

[Outro: Dat Nigga Daz]
Don't stop, I keep goin'
I don't stop, nigga, I keep goin'
And we sayin' to all y'all Death Row bitch-ass niggas
Y'all just keep hoein'!
Don't stop... don't stop...
Fuck Death Row! Fuck Suge Knight!
Y'all pick dat album up
Dat Nigga Daz!
You bitch-ass niggas!