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B.g.

Genres: Hip-Hop

Down For My Stacks Lyrics - B.g.

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 

 

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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} 

 

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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 

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