(feat. Baby, E. Vicious, Mr. Ivan)

[First Verse: B.G.]


Ya see I'm not takin' no $#&@in' shorts ^!$$% come with it all
Yeah you got to stand tall and have yo back against the wall

^!$$% let yo nuts hang it's that iron you got to slang
If some $#&@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 $#&@in' drape
You ask for one simple favor come with all my $#&@in' cash
Couldn't hunt two quarter front so I had to bust that $$#

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 $#&@ with 99

I want all my $#&@in' money but (*##$ you got to die
^!$$%


[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 $#&@in' nuts hang
A ^!$$% like me want all my heat or I have to split yo wig
Stank (*##$ can suck my dick mother$#&@ a #~!!@ 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 mother$#&@in' stacks
I'm born to jack and slang the $#&@in' bozack
I'm down for my mother$#&@in' stacks

I'm born to jack and slang the $#&@in' bozack
I'm down for my mother$#&@in' stacks
I'm born to jack and slang the $#&@in' bozack


[Verse Four: E. Vicious]


It's some $#&@ed up %#@! with all this $#&@in' killin'
But I just sit back stack I'm steady hustlin' and chillin'
Watchin' ^!$$%s kill ^!$$%s over doppin' (*##$es

And these so called gangsters turned snitches
But I don't get involved with that dumb %#@!
I want the (*##$es, the riches and the power to run %#@!

So dog $$# hoes don't even step to me
If you don't suck 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 ^!$$% wonder and I ain't takin' %#@!
>From this crackers and jackers I'm on the come up
So (*##$es you can run up

Peep this situation about this (*##$ 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 (*##$ I know you heard I've been writin' rhymes
I'm the same ^!$$% you wouldn't $#&@ 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 ^!$$%s gave me love my ^!$$%s gave me dubs

My ^!$$%s watch me come up from a mother$#&@in' scrub

[Verse Six: E. Vicious]


So it's gonna be like that me and my ^!$$%s
Doin' shows, $#&@in' hoes and pullin triggers

Cuz hoes these days back door ya with ya
Mother$#&@in' brother I call 'em freaks under cover
See I can give a $#&@ about these dog $$# hoes

Black I'm down for my mother$#&@in' stacks

[Verse Seven: Mr. Ivan]

You know it's all about money (*##$

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 ^!$$% that wouldn't avoid a $#&@in' p nile
Get out of jail I went to ballin' on they dog $$#

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 $#&@ my mama was tellin' me
Then seven months of $#&@ school and den I rolled out
Started missin' money so that's why the $#&@ I moved out

Cuz I'm a baby gangster fightin' to survive
When I close my eyes I got to make sure it's passed 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 $$# 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 ^!$$%
I'm makin' bank had police not gettin' off my back
I'm on that $$# down for my $#&@in' stacks