Stack Yo Chips (Clean Version)

作词 : Abbatiello, C-Murders ...

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young mother****ing bitches

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young mother****ing bitches

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young mother****ing bitches

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young mother****ing bitches

I'm movin' too fast, doing too much for these mother****ers

Hum broI get paid to leave the house sideways

Bitches stickin' out, what

I can take it without quessn'

You the mutha ****ing coward

And I'm the big bad wolf mother****er

And I'm coming to devoiour

Aint nothin' better than money

Weed and the power

Oh, how I love to be on top of the power?

Mother****ing I got it to go wit it, clownish

Out that back cuttin' up telly to telly bouncn'

I got five women, four cars

Three homes and two apar*************ents

A Rolex, ten leather jackets,

And twenty pair of

Michael Jordans

All in it, front and back wheels spinnin'

I might not bid to you

But I'm the *************t in the city

Street things, represent the real no lim

Razor sharp rhymes penatrating you skin

The way I drop

Bitch, gotta feel them

I'm that close

Try to stop me from gettn' it

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young mother****ing bitches

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young mother****ing bitches

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young mother****ing bitches

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young mother****ing bitches

I make a million dollar dream become reality without a doubt

I get paid for every rhyme coming out my mouth

And gangsta rap pays the bills so

I represent it

And who we be

Some soldiers down that no limit

My young thugs love to get high off of my lyrics

I have em' tweakn'

Possessed like an evil spirit

We on the rise

But labeled as them bad guys

We're family tied

And run like the enterprize

Fool is you legal

But bugs is segal

This aint no sequil

You damn sure not my equal

And playa haters don't last too long

Axe a million mother****ers with my disc

Sittin' at they home

My edvasaries is slowly being put to death

I catch 'em gaspin'

And trying to breathe

They last breath

I mean you reaching for the stars

But you cant grip

I told you, get yo paper mother****er

Stack yo chips

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young mother****ing bitches

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young mother****ing bitches

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young mother****ing bitches

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young mother****ing bitches