Sid Roams - 3 Stacks lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah Old school Pt.2 feel it The realest, who be the realest? That's how we do it, man! We run through it, n***a [Prodigy] I'm the number one insane rapper mix CD stabba' Your album was doo-doo, I threw it out the pa**enger The number one crapta, the 8, the 12, the 16, 22's and 23's Sometimes I could blow a little steam I got alot on my chest but I keep it quiet, so I don't blow the steam Get 'em everytime, my millitary bars, will leave a permanent mark on ya brain The comeback kid, to see you get your a** whooped! Mad witnesses, these n***as mad shook! I don't have a clue, why he chose to speak on my name, when you know I'm gon' shoot You know I'm gon' crack yo' face, when you see me in the place I'm a dangerous person Behind the rope, poppin' off with the girl You got the ratchet in the car I got the ratchet on my person! [Hook] 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks And a pocket full of hacks! (X2) It don't stop, it don't stop, it don't stop When it's on it go pop! (x2) [Big Twin] Yo, it been a long time since I sold a dime on a dime This sh** too hot whoa! Its poppin' uptown when I used to see Flaco Now back to the block hollerin' 'I got those' I got those in every state, like the same amount of snitches that you got in your face I'mma make my cracks bigger and take over the whole hood sh** changed, dunn the ladies say that I'm no good I smoke wood, to get high till we pa** out Cash over b**hes, that's how we ride out I''a G, rep QBC, with a fully on my back, kid. Who want beef? Loose teeth over bullsh**, you want that? I'mma crazy motherf**er' beat you down with a bat It's 'Big Twin' if you don't know, you betta' recognize! I'm not the one to f** with, I'm down to catch a homicide, YEAH! [Hook] 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks And a pocket full of hacks! (X2) It don't stop, it don't stop, it don't stop When it's on it go pop! (x2) [Prodigy] Ferrari Testarossa, I start the motor Go from New York to South Dakota When I was a kid I drank beer, not Soda! Never hit the girls if they panties had the odor You put my songs for sale and I'm a good earner And I shot ya man, so I could test my burner My 223's spit, flyin' down the VanWyck When I'm in Queens, I make sure I see my man Twin When I'm in Brooklyn, I holla at G Love to see the girls a**-naked in the Tee Take her to the crib, turn on the flat-screen My couch is Gucci, sit ya a** next to me [Hook] 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks And a pocket full of hacks! (X2) It don't stop, it don't stop, it don't stop When it's on it go pop! (x2)