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Wednesday, 3 September 2014
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Mystikal - Lyrics


Ghetto Fabulous - Album




Stack Yo Chips


 







featuring C Murder Master P





(Ughhhhhh)


Stack yo Chips get yo paper


Ball til you fall young nigga fuck the haters


Stack yo Chips get yo paper


Ball til you fall young nigga fuck the haters


Stack yo Chips get yo paper


Ball til you fall young nigga fuck the haters


Stack yo Chips get yo paper


Ball til you fall young nigga fuck the haters





(Mystikal)


I'm movin too fast doing to much for these niggas


Hum bro


I get paid to leave the house sideways


Bitch stickn out, what


I can take it without quessn'


You the mutha fuckin coward


And I'm the big bad wolf nigga


And I'm coming to devoiour


Aint nuthin better than money


Sex and the power


Oh how I love to be on top of the power


Fuck


I got it to go wit it, clownish


out dat back cuttin up telly to telly bouncn'


I got 5 women, 4 cars


3 homes and 2 apartments


A rolex, 10 leather jackets,


And 20 pair of Michael Jordans


All in it, front and back wheels spinnin


I might not bid to you


But I'm the shit in the city


Street things, represent the real no lim


Razor sharp rhymes penatrating you skin


The way I drop


Bitch gotta feel them


I'm that close


Try to stop me from gettn' it





(Ughhhhhh)


Stack yo Chips, get yo paper


Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters


Stack yo Chips, get yo paper


Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters


Stack yo Chips, get yo paper


Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters


Stack yo Chips, get yo paper


Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters





(C-Murder)


I make a million dollar dream become reallity without a doubt


I get paid for every rhyme coming out my mouth


And gangsta rap pays the bills so I represent it


And who we be,


Some soldiers down that no limit


My young thugs love to get high off of my lyrics


I have em' tweakn'


Possessed like an evil spirit


We on the rise,


But labeled as them bad guys


We're family tied,


And run like the enterprize


Fool is you legal,


But bugs is segal


This aint no sequil,


You damn sure not my equal


And playa haters don't last too long


a million muthafuckas with my disc


Sittin at they home


My edvasaries is slowly being put to death


I catch em gaspin


And trying to breathe


They last breath


I mean you reaching for the stars


But you cant grip


I told ya, get yo paper nigga


Stack yo chips.





(Ughhhhhh)


Stack yo Chips, get yo paper


Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters


Stack yo Chips, get yo paper


Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters


Stack yo Chips, get yo paper


Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters


Stack yo Chips, get yo paper


Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters










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