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