Birdman - Down for My Stacks lyrics

First Verse: {B.G.} Ya see I'm not takin' no f**in' shorts n***a come with it all Yeah you got to stand tall and have yo back against the wall n***a let yo nuts hang it's that iron you got to slang If some f**in' 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**in' drape You ask for one simple favor come with all my f**in' cash Couldn't hunt two quarter front so I had to bust that a** 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** with 99 I want all my f**in' money but b**h you got to die n***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**in' nuts hang A n***a like me want all my heat or I have to split yo wig Stank b**h can s** my dick motherf** a p**y 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**in' stacks I'm born to jack and slang the f**in' bozack I'm down for my motherf**in' stacks I'm born to jack and slang the f**in' bozack I'm down for my motherf**in' stacks I'm born to jack and slang the f**in' bozack Verse Four: {E. Vicious} It's some f**ed up sh** with all this f**in' k**in' But I just sit back stack I'm steady hustlin' and chillin' Watchin' n***as k** n***as over doppin' b**hes And these so called gangsters turned snitches But I don't get involved with that dumb sh** I want the b**hes, the riches and the power to run sh** So dog a** hoes don't even step to me If you don't s** 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 n***a wonder and I ain't takin' sh** ]From this crackers and jackers I'm on the come up So b**hes you can run up Peep this situation about this b**h 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**h I know you heard I've been writin' rhymes I'm the same n***a you wouldn't f** 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 n***as gave me love my n***as gave me dubs My n***as watch me come up from a motherf**in' scrub Verse Six: {E. Vicious} So it's gonna be like that me and my n***as Doin' shows, f**in' hoes and pullin triggers Cuz hoes these days back door ya with ya Motherf**in' brother I call 'em freaks under cover See I can give a f** about these dog a** hoes Black I'm down for my motherf**in' stacks Verse Seven: {Mr. Ivan} You know it's all about money b**h 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***a that wouldn't avoid a f**in' 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** my mama was tellin' me Then seven months of f** school and den I rolled out Started missin' money so that's why the f** I moved out Cuz I'm a baby gangster fightin' to survive When I close my eyes I got to make sure it's pa**ed 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 n***a I'm makin' bank had police not gettin' off my back I'm on that a** down for my f**in' stacks