Juice Magazin - Sittin in My 64 lyrics

[Intro] Haaaaaaaa Yeah, it's what you never thought was possible Sometimes y'all n***as push me over the edge And I need to respond You want war? Hey yo Stack$, what up my n***a? Hey Game, they say they want some gangsta sh** n***a SoBe it [Verse - Stack$] Yo it's tough in dis cold world so I pack heat n***as blink and they gone if they stare at me Never thought that I'd arise so they label me Stack$, money motherf**er so we finally meet I came to eat, grab my check, respect and leave Serve these n***as well done as I shell out beef And ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live my life Pick my fights, in time, you'll believe the hype Cause when it's Stack$ and Game, homie the facts remain f** with us, get strapped down with masking tape We ruthless kid, riding, sippin' juice and gin Hallucinogens, got me crazy boosting timbs So who's this kid, acting like he's used to this? Ain't no rookie but your pussies got me so convinced One mic's all I need and you can close the show Let my pen bleed and dream and that's all she wrote Uh [Hook] Sittin' in my six four, tinted windows, smoking endo money on my mind n***as know I do dirt, I'm kickin' up dust putting their bodies under the earth Sittin' in my six four, tinted windows, smoking endo money on my mind n***as know I do dirt, I'm kickin' up dust putting their bodies under the earth [Verse - The Game] Yo, It's the second coming of some real murder sh** John Muhammad and Lee Malvo when me and the kid spit Surgical when I'm in the convertible state of mind Lock me in the pen, watch the murder decline I do mine like Shyne soon as I hit the bricks You better have Faith on that Bad Boy sh** I got n***as that'll kidnap kids to get dough And dress up like Sponge Bob in a six four It's f**ed up what they did, so I'm on one knee God bless the brother of Rich Po Ain't no love lost I'm still Dom, sippin' Reading the L.A. Times in Louis Vuitton slippers Sittin' behind bars for the simple fact That the hip hop police is driving behind stars Air Force ones in a Bentley GT is the reason I'm still rap's MVP [Hook] [Bridge] Picture me rolling with a b**h with a wrist that gliss with a fresh white tee Gangstas in the hood don't plot cause the rocks on my watch make it hard to see And you from the hood and I'm from the hills, my n***a but I still keep it G Whether in a six four or roll with a Benzo n***as gonna ride with me [Verse - Stack$] Mother f**er, you best believe we'll put you under, under The f**ing pavement if you say sh** I'm gonna explode Everyone knows that my boys will just run up Commitin' 187s, while they'll be bumpin' Deep Cover Oh yes it's possible, nah this rap sh** ain't no obstacle Messing with us dawg, get familiar with the hospital It's my time to shine and yours to listen Fall victim cause we'll rise and erase the competition [Hook]