Down for My Stacks

First Verse: {B.G.} Ya see I'm not takin' no fuckin' shorts nigga come with it all Yeah you got to stand tall and have yo back against the wall Nigga let yo nuts hang it's that iron you got to slang If some fuckin' drama jump act a fool with yo bank Buck! Buck! with yo chrome blood gushin' from they dome Got the company can't be safe carry 'em to they fuckin' drape You ask for one simple favor come with all my fuckin' cash Couldn't hunt two quarter front so I had to bust that ass You went and got all my dope then you stuck like Chuck Like Slim said don't take no loses that you can't make up Verse Two: {E. Vicious} See I don't want my 98 fuck with 99 I want all my fuckin' money but bitch you got to die Nigga Verse Three: {B.G.} The game ain't the same you can't be lame You got to be a true thug ain't let yo fuckin' nuts hang A nigga like me want all my heat or I have to split yo wig Stank bitch can suck my dick motherfuck a pussy pig I straight handle my business and I strap my gat Down Baby and Slim them old school gee's Down for my stacks Chorus: {E. Vicious} I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks I'm born to jack and slang the fuckin' bozack I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks I'm born to jack and slang the fuckin' bozack I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks I'm born to jack and slang the fuckin' bozack Verse Four: {E. Vicious} It's some fucked up shit with all this fuckin' killin' But I just sit back stack I'm steady hustlin' and chillin' Watchin' niggas kill niggas over doppin' bitches And these so called gangsters turned snitches But I don't get involved with that dumb shit I want the bitches, the riches and the power to run shit So dog ass hoes don't even step to me If you don't suck dick or pay bills you ain't no help to me Top notch hustler I'm buryin' busters six feet under Yeah I'm that nigga wonder and I ain't takin' shit ]From this crackers and jackers I'm on the come up So bitches you can run up Peep this situation about this bitch that I know Never gave my play but heard me on the radio She wants to know what I've been doin' all the time You stupid bitch I know you heard I've been writin' rhymes I'm the same nigga you wouldn't fuck with a year ago Now I'm doin' shows makin' a little cash flow Sport Girbauds walkin' like I got a attitude You ain't know the Vicious on the come up move Verse Five: {Baby} My niggas gave me love my niggas gave me dubs My niggas watch me come up from a motherfuckin' scrub Verse Six: {E. Vicious} So it's gonna be like that me and my niggas Doin' shows, fuckin' hoes and pullin triggers Cuz hoes these days back door ya with ya Motherfuckin' brother I call 'em freaks under cover See I can give a fuck about these dog ass hoes Black I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks Verse Seven: {Mr. Ivan} You know it's all about money bitch Smokin' on that chronic gettin' buzzed out Drinkin' on that gin and juice a blunt hangin' from my mouth I sold crack from the time I was a juvenile The money hungry nigga that wouldn't avoid a fuckin' p nile Get out of jail I went to ballin' on they dog ass Started sellin' hats I went to countin' bundles of cash Got out of jail again caught myself a felony I knew I should have listened to what the fuck my mama was tellin' me Then seven months of fuck school and den I rolled out Started missin' money so that's why the fuck I moved out Cuz I'm a baby gangster fightin' to survive When I close my eyes I got to make sure it's passed twenty-five I'm on the map now to teach you'll a lesson I'm bustin' caps, cops try'na take my Smith n Wesson man Blok Boom on that ass again introduce you to a lil' friend I swore to crack that I was gonna be gettin' paid fast Gettin' paid cash then I blast nigga I'm makin' bank had police not gettin' off my back I'm on that ass down for my fuckin' stacks