Down For My Stacks

(专辑： True Story - 1995)

[Verse 1: B.G.]
Ya see I'm not taking no fucking 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 fucking drama jump act a fool with yo bank
Buck! Buck! with yo chrome blood gushing from they dome
Got the company can't be safe carry 'em to they fucking drape
You ask for one simple favor come with all my fucking 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 2: E. Vicious]
See I don't want my 98 fuck with 99
I want all my fucking money but bitch you got to die
Nigga

[Verse 3: B.G.]
The game ain't the same you can't be lame
You got to be a true thug ain't let yo fucking 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 motherfucking stacks
I'm born to jack and slang the fucking bozack
I'm down for my motherfucking stacks
I'm born to jack and slang the fucking bozack
I'm down for my motherfucking stacks
I'm born to jack and slang the fucking bozack

[Verse 4: E. Vicious]
It's some fucked up shit with all this fucking killing
But I just sit back stack I'm steady hustling and chilling
Watching niggas kill niggas over dopping 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 burying busters six feet under
Yeah I'm that nigga wonder and I ain't taking 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 doing all the time
You stupid bitch I know you heard I've been writing rhymes
I'm the same nigga you wouldn't fuck with a year ago
Now I'm doing shows making a little cash flow
Sport Girbauds walking like I got a attitude
You ain't know the Vicious on the come up move

[Verse 5: Baby]
My niggas gave me love my niggas gave me dubs
My niggas watch me come up from a motherfucking scrub

[Verse 6: E. Vicious]
So it's gonna be like that me and my niggas
Doing shows, fucking hoes and pullin triggers
Cuz hoes these days back door ya with ya
Motherfucking brother I call 'em freaks under cover
See I can give a fuck about these dog ass hoes
Black I'm down for my motherfucking stacks

[Verse 7: Mr. Ivan]
You know it's all about money bitch
Smoking on that chronic getting buzzed out
Drinking on that gin and juice a blunt hanging from my mouth
I sold crack from the time I was a juvenile
The money hungry nigga that wouldn't avoid a fucking p nile
Get out of jail I went to balling on they dog ass
Started selling hats I went to counting 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 telling me
Then seven months of fuck school and den I rolled out
Started missing money so that's why the fuck I moved out
Cuz I'm a baby gangster fighting 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 busting 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 getting paid fast
Getting paid cash then I blast nigga
I'm making bank had police not getting off my back
I'm on that ass down for my fucking stacks