[Hook]
Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back
Couple of stacks'll make the ratch go click-clack
Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back
Couple of stacks'll make the ratch go click-clack
Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back
Couple of stacks'll make the ratch go click-clack
Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back
I'll k** you
I'll k** everything you stand for
Cause you're a b**h and a manwho*e
I'll settle the damn score and more
About my own beef, I don't care about a gang war
Ain't hard to shoot
It ain't hard to fall
So what you waiting for?
I'll break your jaw
I'll take the law into my own hands
You wanna f** me up? I've got my own plans
Keep running your cakehole
I'll have you buried in the ground like a potato
You better lay low
Fall back when I say so
I'll have you dressed all white wearing a halo
All I really give a damn about is the pesos
I let the devil take over
Believe I'm colder
And the chip on my shoulder
Is more bigger and bolder
And I'm out of control so don't say I never told ya
(Ma'am, are you alright?)
Think I'm some kind of c*nt?
Think that I won't pull some kind of stunt?
Think that I won't leave some kind of lump?
Pull out the pump like it's that time of month?
And don't think I'm some kind of monk
Or a peacemaker, a deceased hater is the best kind
Don't wanna see me go blind
Don't cross the line
Cause it's about that time
No defence, I ain't sitting on the fence
I bust a head if I really want to vent
Or I could just kick back, be a gent
Or put a price on your head
That's money well-spent
Money and an alibi
Money and an alibi
Money and an alibi
Money and an alibi
[Hook]
Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back
Couple of stacks'll make the ratch go click-clack
Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back
Couple of stacks'll make the ratch go click-clack
Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back
Couple of stacks'll make the ratch go click-clack
Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back
Stop chatting the place up
Don't mean I have to start smacking your face up
If I weren't doing this I'd be jacking the place up
Laced-up, on row, somebody's getting drapsed-up
Ready to take stuff
So pick up the pace
I stay on your case
Stacking my papes up
Keep a firm grip on the tool
I never break up
And I stand tall, I'm cool
I can never shake up
Feeling foolish if you raise up
A pool of blood, you got blazed-up
You got ahead of yourself
Just steady yourself
And you think you're heavy
But your really not ready
Just settle yourself
I suggest you fix up
If you skitz out it'll all be tits-up
R.I.P. you don't wanna get ripped-up and zipped-up
All cause you're running your lips up
Don't bother getting a mix up
Just stay in your lane
I'm f**ed in the head
That's the way of my brain
And I'm insane
We ain't the same
So refrain from chatting my name for capital gain
Cause this ain't a game
When you're dead
They'll say it's a shame
Talking 'bout all you could have been if you weren't slain
And you've only got yourself to blame
So forget the fame
If you think I just entertain
No defence, I ain't sitting on the fence
I bust a head if I really want to vent
Or I could just kick back, be a gent
Or put a price on your head
That's money well-spent
Money and an alibi
Money and an alibi
Money and an alibi
Money and an alibi
[Hook]
Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back
Couple of stacks'll make the ratch go click-clack
Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back
Couple of stacks'll make the ratch go click-clack
Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back
Couple of stacks'll make the ratch go click-clack
Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back
Couple of stacks'll make the ratch go click-clack