Couple of Stacks

Couple of stacks, I'll put the boys on your back Couple of stacks, I'll make the ratch go click-clack Couple of stacks, I'll put the boys on your back Couple of stacks, I'll make the ratch go click-clack Couple of stacks, I'll put the boys on your back Couple of stacks, I'll make the ratch go click-clack Couple of stacks, I'll put the boys on your back I'll kill you, I'll kill everything you stand for 'Cause you're a bitch and a man-whore I'll settle the damn score and more About my own beef, I don't care about a gang war Ain't hard to shoot, it ain't hard to fall, so what you waiting for? I'll break your jaw, I'll take the law into my own hands You wanna fuck me up? I've got my own plans Keep running your cakehole I'll have you buried in the ground like a potato You better lay low, fall back when I say so I'll have you dressed all white, wearing a halo All I really give a damn about is the pesos I let the devil take over, believe I'm colder And the chip on my shoulder is more bigger and bolder And I'm out of control, so don't say I never told ya Think I'm some kind of cunt? Think that I won't pull some kind of stunt? Think that I won't leave some kind of lump? Pull out the pump like it's that time of month? And don't Think I'm some kind of monk Or a peacemaker, a deceased hater Is the best kind, don't wanna see me go blind Don't cross the line 'cause it's about that time No defence, I ain't sitting on the fence I bust a head if I really want to vent Or I could just kick back, be a gent Or put a price on your head, that's money well-spent Money and an alibi, money and an alibi Money and an alibi, money and an alibi Couple of stacks, I'll put the boys on your back Couple of stacks, I'll make the ratch go click-clack Couple of stacks, I'll put the boys on your back Couple of stacks, I'll make the ratch go click-clack Couple of stacks, I'll put the boys on your back Couple of stacks, I'll make the ratch go click-clack Couple of stacks, I'll put the boys on your back Stop chatting the place up Don't mean I have to start smacking your face up If I weren't doing this, I'd be jacking the place up Laced-up, on row, somebody's getting drapsed-up Ready to take stuff so pick up the pace I stay on your case, stacking my papers up Keep a firm grip on the tool, can never break up And I stand tall, I'm cool, can never shake up Wake up feeling foolish if you raise up Playing in a pool of blood, you got blazed-up Don't get ahead of yourself, just steady yourself I know you think you're heavy, but you're really not ready, just settle yourself I suggest you fix up, if you skitz out, it'll all be tits-up R. I. P. you don't wanna get ripped-up and zipped-up, all 'cause you're running your lips up Don't bother getting a mix-up, just stay in your lane I'm fucked in the head, that's the way of my brain And I'm insane, we ain't the same So refrain from chatting my name for capital gain 'cause this ain't a game When you're dead they'll say it's a shame Talking 'bout all you could have been if you weren't slain And you've only got yourself to blame, so forget the fame If you think I just entertain No defence, I ain't sitting on the fence I bust a head if I really want to vent Or I could just kick back, be a gent Or put a price on your head, that's money well-spent Money and an alibi, money and an alibi Money and an alibi, money and an alibi Couple of stacks, I'll put the boys on your back Couple of stacks, I'll make the ratch go click-clack Couple of stacks, I'll put the boys on your back Couple of stacks, I'll make the ratch go click-clack Couple of stacks, I'll put the boys on your back Couple of stacks, I'll make the ratch go click-clack Couple of stacks, I'll put the boys on your back Couple of stacks, I'll make the ratch go click-clack