First Verse: {B.G.}
Ya see I'm not takin' no f*****' shorts n**** come with it all
Yeah you got to stand tall and have yo back against the wall
n**** let yo nuts hang it's that iron you got to slang
If some f*****' 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 f*****' drape
You ask for one simple favor come with all my f*****' cash
Couldn't hunt two quarter front so I had to bust that a**
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 f*** with 99
I want all my f*****' money but b**** you got to die
n****
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 f*****' nuts hang
A n**** like me want all my heat or I have to split yo wig
Stank b**** can suck my d*** m********* a p**** 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 m***********' stacks
I'm born to jack and slang the f*****' bozack
I'm down for my m***********' stacks
I'm born to jack and slang the f*****' bozack
I'm down for my m***********' stacks
I'm born to jack and slang the f*****' bozack
Verse Four: {E. Vicious}
It's some f***** up s*** with all this f*****' killin'
But I just sit back stack I'm steady hustlin' and chillin'
Watchin' n***** kill n***** over doppin' b******
And these so called gangsters turned snitches
But I don't get involved with that dumb s***
I want the b******, the riches and the power to run s***
So dog a** hoes don't even step to me
If you don't suck d*** or pay bills you ain't no help to me
Top notch hustler I'm buryin' busters six feet under
Yeah I'm that n**** wonder and I ain't takin' s***
>From this crackers and jackers I'm on the come up
So b****** you can run up
Peep this situation about this b**** 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 b**** I know you heard I've been writin' rhymes
I'm the same n**** you wouldn't f*** 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 n***** gave me love my n***** gave me dubs
My n***** watch me come up from a m***********' scrub
Verse Six: {E. Vicious}
So it's gonna be like that me and my n*****
Doin' shows, f*****' hoes and pullin triggers
Cuz hoes these days back door ya with ya
m***********' brother I call 'em freaks under cover
See I can give a f*** about these dog a** hoes
Black I'm down for my m***********' stacks
Verse Seven: {Mr. Ivan}
You know it's all about money b****
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 n**** that wouldn't avoid a f*****' p nile
Get out of jail I went to ballin' on they dog a**
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 f*** my mama was tellin' me
Then seven months of f*** school and den I rolled out
Started missin' money so that's why the f*** 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 a** 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 n****
I'm makin' bank had police not gettin' off my back
I'm on that a** down for my f*****' stacks
Ya see I'm not takin' no f*****' shorts n**** come with it all
Yeah you got to stand tall and have yo back against the wall
n**** let yo nuts hang it's that iron you got to slang
If some f*****' 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 f*****' drape
You ask for one simple favor come with all my f*****' cash
Couldn't hunt two quarter front so I had to bust that a**
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 f*** with 99
I want all my f*****' money but b**** you got to die
n****
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 f*****' nuts hang
A n**** like me want all my heat or I have to split yo wig
Stank b**** can suck my d*** m********* a p**** 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 m***********' stacks
I'm born to jack and slang the f*****' bozack
I'm down for my m***********' stacks
I'm born to jack and slang the f*****' bozack
I'm down for my m***********' stacks
I'm born to jack and slang the f*****' bozack
Verse Four: {E. Vicious}
It's some f***** up s*** with all this f*****' killin'
But I just sit back stack I'm steady hustlin' and chillin'
Watchin' n***** kill n***** over doppin' b******
And these so called gangsters turned snitches
But I don't get involved with that dumb s***
I want the b******, the riches and the power to run s***
So dog a** hoes don't even step to me
If you don't suck d*** or pay bills you ain't no help to me
Top notch hustler I'm buryin' busters six feet under
Yeah I'm that n**** wonder and I ain't takin' s***
>From this crackers and jackers I'm on the come up
So b****** you can run up
Peep this situation about this b**** 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 b**** I know you heard I've been writin' rhymes
I'm the same n**** you wouldn't f*** 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 n***** gave me love my n***** gave me dubs
My n***** watch me come up from a m***********' scrub
Verse Six: {E. Vicious}
So it's gonna be like that me and my n*****
Doin' shows, f*****' hoes and pullin triggers
Cuz hoes these days back door ya with ya
m***********' brother I call 'em freaks under cover
See I can give a f*** about these dog a** hoes
Black I'm down for my m***********' stacks
Verse Seven: {Mr. Ivan}
You know it's all about money b****
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 n**** that wouldn't avoid a f*****' p nile
Get out of jail I went to ballin' on they dog a**
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 f*** my mama was tellin' me
Then seven months of f*** school and den I rolled out
Started missin' money so that's why the f*** 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 a** 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 n****
I'm makin' bank had police not gettin' off my back
I'm on that a** down for my f*****' stacks