You Can't Stop Me Now

[Intro: RZA] 
Round up, round up, round up, round up 
Round up, round up, round up, round up... 

[Chorus: The Whatnauts "Message from a Black Man" sample w/ ODB sample] 
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now 
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now 

[RZA] 
The greatest B-Boy of all time, started from small crimes 
While others had big tops I was slingin' small dimes 
Tryin' to make the come up, the blow used to numb up 
few G's a week, my clique used to sum up 
Till my brother got locked up, my girl got knocked up 
My closest homies each, got popped up and shot up 
And cops flood the block, no way to eat 
So I dropped a half a on a rented SP 
1200 Sampler, and a Yamaha Four-Track 
The bass from the lab used to blow the f**kin' door back 
While Ghost was doin' stick-ups, tryin' to make a vic' up 
Waitin' outside for the Brinks truck to pick up 
Nothing would work, so we're back to choppin' nicks up 
Givin' grown [bad word] women two vials for a [bad word] suck 
When I was stressed I would head to the rest 
Then the pads on the SP-12 got pressed 
Makin' beats for the streets, so the family could eat 
In '93, Wu-Tang Clan dropped their first LP 
We went platinum, *whoo-peesh*, yeah we flatten 'em 
Pockets got fat and um, went and got Cap and 'em 
Staten's on the map and um, Brooklyn Zu is bombin' 'em 
All around the world, Killa Beez start swarmin' 'em 
You can't stop us, you can't block us 
Rock us or mock us, knock us or top us 
Better sit back and watch us... 

[Chorus] 

[Inspectah Deck] 
Can't stop me man... 
No matter how hard, you better go hard 
So hard, if you gonna try and stop me now 
I be ruckus to rhythm like the blocks be wild 
Bad enough I got the cops tryin' to lock me down 
Can't nobody break my stride or shake my pride 
Without a homicide, case and trial 
It's a long time comin', long nines bustin' 
Cradle to the grave I be on my grind hustlin' 
Sometimes when I think about it, have my mind buggin' 
The [bad word] that I been through, things that I've seen 
The chicks that I ran through, places I've been 
I'm a victim of the very song I sing 
That's how it is in the heart of it, most want no part of it 
Some will soothe the pain through booze and narcotics 
I'mma hold my head, stay true to where my heart is 
Either you pay with your life, or you pay dues and homage 

[Chorus 2X]