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letra de down for my stacks - b.g. (baby gangsta)

first verse: {b.g.}

ya see i’m not takin’ no f-ckin’ shorts n-gga come with it all
yeah you got to stand tall and have yo back against the wall
n-gga let yo nuts hang it’s that iron you got to slang
if some f-ckin’ 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-ckin’ drape
you ask for one simple favor come with all my f-ckin’ cash
couldn’t hunt two quarter front so i had to bust that -ss
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 f-ck with 99
i want all my f-ckin’ money but b-tch you got to die
n-gga

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-ckin’ nuts hang
a n-gga like me want all my heat or i have to split yo wig
stank b-tch can suck my d-ck motherf-ck a p-ssy 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-ckin’ stacks
i’m born to jack and slang the f-ckin’ bozack
i’m down for my motherf-ckin’ stacks
i’m born to jack and slang the f-ckin’ bozack
i’m down for my motherf-ckin’ stacks
i’m born to jack and slang the f-ckin’ bozack

verse four: {e. vicious}

it’s some f-cked up sh-t with all this f-ckin’ k!llin’
but i just sit back stack i’m steady hustlin’ and chillin’
watchin’ n-ggas k!ll n-ggas over doppin’ b-tches
and these so called gangsters turned snitches
but i don’t get involved with that dumb sh-t
i want the b-tches, the riches and the power to run sh-t
so dog -ss hoes don’t even step to me
if you don’t suck d-ck or pay bills you ain’t no help to me
top notch hustler i’m buryin’ busters six feet under
yeah i’m that n-gga wonder and i ain’t takin’ sh-t
]from this crackers and jackers i’m on the come up
so b-tches you can run up
peep this situation about this b-tch 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-tch i know you heard i’ve been writin’ rhymes
i’m the same n-gga you wouldn’t f-ck with a year ago
now i’m doin’ shows makin’ a little cash flow
sport girbauds walkin’ like i got a att-tude
you ain’t know the vicious on the come up move

verse five: {baby}

my n-ggas gave me love my n-ggas gave me dubs
my n-ggas watch me come up from a motherf-ckin’ scrub

verse six: {e. vicious}

so it’s gonna be like that me and my n-ggas
doin’ shows, f-ckin’ hoes and pullin triggers
cuz hoes these days back door ya with ya
motherf-ckin’ brother i call ’em freaks under cover
see i can give a f-ck about these dog -ss hoes
black i’m down for my motherf-ckin’ stacks

verse seven: {mr. ivan}

you know it’s all about money b-tch
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 n-gga that wouldn’t avoid a f-ckin’ p nile
get out of jail i went to ballin’ on they dog -ss
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-ck my mama was tellin’ me
then seven months of f-ck school and den i rolled out
started missin’ money so that’s why the f-ck i moved out
cuz i’m a baby gangster fightin’ to survive
when i close my eyes i got to make sure it’s p-ssed 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 -ss 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 n-gga
i’m makin’ bank had police not gettin’ off my back
i’m on that -ss down for my f-ckin’ stacks

- b g baby gangsta

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