Down For My Stacks

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