Sittin in My 64 Stack$ (Ft. The Game)
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[Intro]
Haaaaaaaa
Yeah, it's what you never thought was possible
Sometimes y'all niggas push me over the edge
And I need to respond
You want war?
Hey yo Stack$, what up my nigga?
Hey Game, they say they want some gangsta shit nigga
SoBe it
[Verse - Stack$]
Yo it's tough in dis cold world so I pack heat
Niggas blink and they gone if they stare at me
Never thought that I'd arise so they label me
Stack$, money motherfucker so we finally meet
I came to eat, grab my check, respect and leave
Serve these niggas well done as I shell out beef
And ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live my life
Pick my fights, in time, you'll believe the hype
Cause when it's Stack$ and Game, homie the facts remain
Fuck 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
Haaaaaaaa
Yeah, it's what you never thought was possible
Sometimes y'all niggas push me over the edge
And I need to respond
You want war?
Hey yo Stack$, what up my nigga?
Hey Game, they say they want some gangsta shit nigga
SoBe it
[Verse - Stack$]
Yo it's tough in dis cold world so I pack heat
Niggas blink and they gone if they stare at me
Never thought that I'd arise so they label me
Stack$, money motherfucker so we finally meet
I came to eat, grab my check, respect and leave
Serve these niggas well done as I shell out beef
And ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live my life
Pick my fights, in time, you'll believe the hype
Cause when it's Stack$ and Game, homie the facts remain
Fuck 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
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