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