Stackin Chips — текст песни (Artists: 3X Krazy f Yukmouth, Dru Down,)

Ha, ha.
Eh, eh, eh, eh. Get out my face. Check it.
Mobb shit bitch.
Lynch Mobb mane.
Eh, eh. The Lu-Lun-iz
3 Times
me Ager Man
Bart
Let me turn up the heat man
Dig it the M.O.B. baby.
I`m so hurt!!
Fa sheezy.
Fa sheez.

Verse 1 *(Bart)*

I fold the cash then I
hit away
juss a thug fo the money, no love
hit `em up wit the blast
put him in a bag, an wrap him....
up.

Verse 2 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*

It`s all business
so when the picture come bouncin off yo head
don`t take it personal
money makin needs no rehearsin
no nigga
will come wit disrespect an leave wit they head on they shoulders.

Verse 3 *(Bart)*

Mobb
killaz connected from block to block
re-caulk the glock
reset the dot
heatas
Beamers
repeat from Turf achievers.

Verse 4 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*

We take action verses talk is cheap
you gonna believe us
time to floss wit me
cut off the weak
you won`t decieve us
let us mechandise an murderise
any an all
many will fall.

Verse 5 *(Bart)*

It`s juss an
O.G. call
made from the B
when I step up, I bet ya Mr. Sick is gonna get to creep
I gets to blastin ass
dip they bodies in the bag
I hope I
get to lastin in this game of cash.

Verse 6 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*

It`s paraphanalia
not parinoid
you fuckin wit a pair of boys
that`ll pump yo body full of lead
an watch it swell up like we got no conscience.

Verse 7 *(Bart)*

Cuz it ain`t no spraya like the one I got
claimin you juss a playa but the fakas I sock
surround yo weave head
fuckin wit the weave head
get left wit p head
I bet ya violent click
talkin all that lip
when you was wit my click an get shit.

Verse 8 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*

Head split an ass kicked in
chin shattered
an nobody could recognize you when they found ya
an they still don`t know who downed ya.

Verse 9 *(Bart)*

This shit is deeper than you think
wit a straight face
lay down an come up off them cavy case
slow down