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Stacks - "Sittin In My 64"
Lyrics to Sittin In My 64 : (feat. The Game) [Intro] Haaaaaaaa Yeah, its what you never thought was possible Sometimes yall 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 its tough in dis cold world so I pack heat Niggaz blink and they gone if they stare at me Never thought that Id arise so they label me Stack$, money motherfucker so we finally meet I came to eat, grab my check, respect and leave Serve these niggaz well done as I shell out beef And aint nobody gonna tell me how to live my life Pick my fights, in time, youll believe the hype Cause when its Stack$ 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 whos this kid, acting like hes used to this' Aint no rookie but your pussies got me so convinced One mics all I need and you can close the show Let my pen bleed and dream and thats all she wrote Uh [Chorus] Sittin in my six four, tinted windows, smoking endo money on my mind Niggaz know I do dirt, Im 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, Im kickin up dust putting their bodies under the earth [Verse: The Game] Yo, Its the second coming of some real murder shit John Muhammad and Lee Malvo when me and the kid spit Surgical when Im 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 thatll kidnap kids to get dough and dress up like Sponge Bob in a six four Its fucked up what they did, so Im on one knee God bless the brother of Rich Po Aint no love lost Im 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 Im still raps MVP [Chorus] [Bridge] Picture me rolling with a bitch with a wrist that gliss with a fresh white tee Gangstas in the hood dont plot cause the rocks on my watch make it hard to see And you from the hood and Im 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 well put you under, under The fucking pavement if you say shit Im gonna explode Everyone knows that my boys will just run up Commitin 187s, while theyll be bumpin Deep Cover Oh yes its possible, nah this rap shit aint no obstacle Messing with us dawg, get familiar with the hospital Its my time to shine and yours to listen Fall victim cause well rise and erase the competition [Chorus] [ Sittin In My 64 Lyrics ]
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