First Verse:
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:
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
