Footsie - Couple Of Stacks lyrics

[Hook] Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back Couple of stacks'll make the ratch go click-clack Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back Couple of stacks'll make the ratch go click-clack Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back Couple of stacks'll make the ratch go click-clack Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back I'll k** you I'll k** everything you stand for Cause you're a b**h and a manwho*e I'll settle the damn score and more About my own beef, I don't care about a gang war Ain't hard to shoot It ain't hard to fall So what you waiting for? I'll break your jaw I'll take the law into my own hands You wanna f** me up? I've got my own plans Keep running your cakehole I'll have you buried in the ground like a potato You better lay low Fall back when I say so I'll have you dressed all white wearing a halo All I really give a damn about is the pesos I let the devil take over Believe I'm colder And the chip on my shoulder Is more bigger and bolder And I'm out of control so don't say I never told ya (Ma'am, are you alright?) Think I'm some kind of c*nt? Think that I won't pull some kind of stunt? Think that I won't leave some kind of lump? Pull out the pump like it's that time of month? And don't think I'm some kind of monk Or a peacemaker, a deceased hater is the best kind Don't wanna see me go blind Don't cross the line Cause it's about that time No defence, I ain't sitting on the fence I bust a head if I really want to vent Or I could just kick back, be a gent Or put a price on your head That's money well-spent Money and an alibi Money and an alibi Money and an alibi Money and an alibi [Hook] Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back Couple of stacks'll make the ratch go click-clack Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back Couple of stacks'll make the ratch go click-clack Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back Couple of stacks'll make the ratch go click-clack Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back Stop chatting the place up Don't mean I have to start smacking your face up If I weren't doing this I'd be jacking the place up Laced-up, on row, somebody's getting drapsed-up Ready to take stuff So pick up the pace I stay on your case Stacking my papes up Keep a firm grip on the tool I never break up And I stand tall, I'm cool I can never shake up Feeling foolish if you raise up A pool of blood, you got blazed-up You got ahead of yourself Just steady yourself And you think you're heavy But your really not ready Just settle yourself I suggest you fix up If you skitz out it'll all be tits-up R.I.P. you don't wanna get ripped-up and zipped-up All cause you're running your lips up Don't bother getting a mix up Just stay in your lane I'm f**ed in the head That's the way of my brain And I'm insane We ain't the same So refrain from chatting my name for capital gain Cause this ain't a game When you're dead They'll say it's a shame Talking 'bout all you could have been if you weren't slain And you've only got yourself to blame So forget the fame If you think I just entertain No defence, I ain't sitting on the fence I bust a head if I really want to vent Or I could just kick back, be a gent Or put a price on your head That's money well-spent Money and an alibi Money and an alibi Money and an alibi Money and an alibi [Hook] Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back Couple of stacks'll make the ratch go click-clack Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back Couple of stacks'll make the ratch go click-clack Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back Couple of stacks'll make the ratch go click-clack Couple of stacks'll put the boys on your back Couple of stacks'll make the ratch go click-clack