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Stacks - Sittin In My 64 lyrics

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(feat. The Game)

[Intro]

Haaaaaaaa

Yeah, it's what you never thought was possible

Sometimes y'all niggaz 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

Niggaz 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 niggaz 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

[Chorus]

Sittin' in my six four, tinted windows, smoking endo money on my mind

Niggaz know I do dirt, I'm kickin' up dust putting their bodies under the earth

Sittin' in my six four, tinted windows, smoking endo money on my mind

Niggaz know I do dirt, I'm kickin' up dust putting their bodies under the earth

[Verse: The Game]

Yo, It's the second coming of some real murder shit

John Muhammad and Lee Malvo when me and the kid spit

Surgical when I'm in the convertible state of mind

Lock me in the pen, watch the murder decline

I do mine like Shyne soon as I hit the bricks

You better have Faith on that Bad Boy shit

I got niggaz that'll kidnap kids to get dough

and dress up like Sponge Bob in a six four

It's fucked up what they did, so I'm on one knee

God bless the brother of Rich Po

Ain't no love lost

I'm still Dom, sippin'

reading the L.A. Times in Louis Vuitton slippers

Sittin' behind bars for the simple fact

That the hip hop police is driving behind stars

Air Force ones in a Bentley GT is the reason I'm still rap's MVP

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

Picture me rolling with a bitch with a wrist that gliss with a fresh white tee

Gangstas in the hood don't plot cause the rocks on my watch make it hard to see

And you from the hood and I'm from the hills, my nigga but I still keep it G

Whether in a six four or roll with a Benzo niggaz gonna ride with me

[Verse: Stack$]

Mother Fucker, you best believe we'll put you under, under

The fucking pavement if you say shit I'm gonna explode

Everyone knows that my boys will just run up

Commitin' 187s, while they'll be bumpin' Deep Cover

Oh yes it's possible, nah this rap shit ain't no obstacle

Messing with us dawg, get familiar with the hospital

It's my time to shine and yours to listen

Fall victim 'cause we'll rise and erase the competition

[Chorus]

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