Stack Yo Chips (feat. C-Murder & Master P)

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball till you fall, young ****, fuck the haters

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball till you fall, young ****, fuck the haters

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball till you fall, young ****, fuck the haters

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball till you fall, young ****, fuck the haters

I'm movin too fast, doing too much for these ****

Huh bro

I get paid to leave the house sideways

Bitch ****, now what?

I can take a wild guess

You the motha fuckin' coward

And I'm the big bad wolf ****

And I'm coming to devour

Ain't nothin better than money sex and power

Oh, how I love to be on top of the power

I got it to go with it, clown-is

Out there bad, cuttin up

Telly to telly bouncin'

I got five women, four cars, three homes and two apartments

A Rolex, ten leather jackets

And twenty pairs of Michael Jordans

All in it, front and back wheels spinnin

I might not be it to you

But I'm the shit in the city

Street things, represent the real no limit

Razor sharp rhymes penetrating your skin

Way I drop, bitch gotta feel them

I'm that close, try to stop me from gettin

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball till you fall, young ****, fuck the haters

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball till you fall, young ****, fuck the haters

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball till you fall, young ****, fuck the haters

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball till you fall, young ****, fuck the haters

I make a million dollar dream become reality

Without a doubt

I get paid for every rhyme comin' out my mouth

And gangsta rap pays the bills so I represent it

And who we be? some soldiers down that no limit

My young thugs love to get high off my lyrics

I have em tweakin, possessed like an evil spirit

We on the rise, but labeled as them bad guys

We're family tied and run like an enterprise

Fool is you legal or Bugsy Siegel

This ain't no sequel, you damn sure not my equal

And if player haters don't last too long

Ask a million motherfuckers with my disc sittin' at their home

My adversaries are slowly bein' put to death

I catch them gaspin' and tryna breath their last breath

I mean you reaching for the stars but you can't grip

I told you, get yo paper, ****, stack yo chips

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball till you fall, young ****, fuck the haters

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball till you fall, young ****, fuck the haters

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball till you fall, young ****, fuck the haters

Stack yo chips, get yo paper

Ball till you fall, young ****, fuck the haters