Down For My Stacks-B.G

Down For My Stacks - B.G First Verse: {B.G.} Ya see I'm not takin' no f**kin' shorts ni**a come with it all Yeah you got to stand tall and have yo back against the wall Ni**a let yo nuts hang it's that iron you got to slang If some f**kin' 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 f**kin' drape You ask for one simple favor come with all my f**kin' cash Couldn't hunt two quarter front so I had to bust that a** You went and got all my d**e 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 f**k with 99 I want all my f**kin' money but b**ch you got to die Ni**a 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 f**kin' nuts hang A ni**a like me want all my heat or I have to split yo wig Stank b**ch can suck my dick motherf**k a p**sy 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 motherf**kin' stacks I'm born to jack and slang the f**kin' bozack I'm down for my motherf**kin' stacks I'm born to jack and slang the f**kin' bozack I'm down for my motherf**kin' stacks I'm born to jack and slang the f**kin' bozack Verse Four: {E. Vicious} It's some f**ked up sh*t with all this f**kin' killin' But I just sit back stack I'm steady hustlin' and chillin' Watchin' niggas kill niggas over doppin' b**ches And these so called gangsters turned snitches But I don't get involved with that dumb sh*t I want the b**ches, the riches and the power to run sh*t So dog a** 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 ni**a wonder and I ain't takin' sh*t >From this crackers and jackers I'm on the come up So b**ches you can run up Peep this situation about this b**ch 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 b**ch I know you heard I've been writin' rhymes I'm the same ni**a you wouldn't f**k 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 motherf**kin' scrub Verse Six: {E. Vicious} So it's gonna be like that me and my niggas Doin' shows, f**kin' hoes and pullin triggers Cuz hoes these days back door ya with ya Motherf**kin' brother I call 'em freaks under cover See I can give a f**k about these dog a** hoes Black I'm down for my motherf**kin' stacks Verse Seven: {Mr. Ivan} You know it's all about money b**ch 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 ni**a that wouldn't avoid a f**kin' p nile Get out of jail I went to ballin' on they dog a** 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 f**k my mama was tellin' me Then seven months of f**k school and den I rolled out Started missin' money so that's why the f**k 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 a** 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 ni**a I'm makin' bank had police not gettin' off my back I'm on that a** down for my f**kin' stacks