stacks as your load In the back and the racks and the stacks are your load In the back with your racks and you're un-stacking your load I've twisting
the block If you don't like hard tops den let's drop these racks Gotta do it way big, take a trip to the mall Spending stacks fin to pop these tags [Chorus] [Verse: Stack
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
) [Intro: Diddy] MIAMI BITCH! Aiyyo Stack$! Yo Stevie you readie? Represent where we from! They call me Diddy! MIA!.. MIA! As we proceed! [Verse: Stack
When it happens to someone you know You say oh, no you say poor thing But when it happens to you You realize its more, it's everything You took
Jump in the passenger Follow my lead For this thing overdrive ... love it when you... your hair Every... I'll take you there Girl you know I'll take
[INTRO:] Stack A Dolla (OG), Stack A Dolla (OG) (OG), Stack A Dolla (OG), Stack A Dolla (OG) (OG), Stack A Dolla (OG), Stack A Dolla (OG) (OG), Stack
Which one was the prettiest? Which one was the wittiest? Which one was the shadiest? To me? Your suburban little cult Wouldn't have them know But you
at me. When I look at you- B I T C H It's (obvious) that we - have a Rap port. That Establish connection, And other direction Will lead too others insection
(feat. Shazstar) [Chorus: Shazstar rp2x] gotta stack ya paper chop em' like a razor! if you gon'grind or if you gonna pull papers!yeah [Lil' Flip]
Paper Stack That Paper Take They Paper Nigga Fuck Them Haters Nigga Fuck Them Hos Fuck Them Hos Nigga Fuck Them Hos Oh Hey There Nigga Got To Get That Paper Stack
Uh! What's good my nigga? Feel I write you a lil' kype! Let you know what's going on here... Yeah! [Verse:] Dear Mr. Rayquon Elliott! - They knew you as Stacks
Ink stains the page I rewrite over and over I've been exposed as the sideshow to this circus So you can see the ugly me Oh he's been hiding deep beneath
Babies are for killing. For killing. I've got dead babies in my septic tank. Dead babies over here, dead babies over there, dead babies everywhere. I
Mrs. Lovett There was a barber and his wife. And he was beautiful... A proper artist with a knife, but they transported him for life. And he was beautiful
It's c-more kitty himself nigga stack bundles the rock star. I'm back where it started nigga. U know I start with a finish and begin with an end. No
all reality all we got is us. Shit, ya'll even used to wild with us. Used to help us trap, wat happen to those days? Instead of tricking we shuda been stacking
