(feat. The Game) 



[Intro] 

Haaaaaaaa 

Yeah, it's what you never thought was possible 

Sometimes y'all 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 it's tough in dis cold world so I pack heat 

Niggaz blink and they gone if they stare at me 

Never thought that I'd 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 ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live my life 

Pick my fights, in time, you'll believe the hype 

'Cause when it's 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 who's this kid, acting like he's used to this? 

Ain't no rookie but your pussies got me so convinced 

One mic's all I need and you can close the show 

Let my pen bleed and dream and that's all she wrote 

Uh 



[Chorus] 

Sittin' in my six four, tinted windows, smoking endo money on my mind 

Niggaz know I do dirt, I'm 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, I'm kickin' up dust putting their bodies under the earth 



[Verse: The Game] 

Yo, It's the second coming of some real murder shit 

John Muhammad and Lee Malvo when me and the kid spit 

Surgical when I'm 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 that'll kidnap kids to get dough 

and dress up like Sponge Bob in a six four 

It's fucked up what they did, so I'm on one knee 

God bless the brother of Rich Po 

Ain't no love lost 

I'm 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 I'm still rap's MVP 



[Chorus] 



[Bridge] 

Picture me rolling with a bitch with a wrist that gliss with a fresh white tee 

Gangstas in the hood don't plot cause the rocks on my watch make it hard to see 

And you from the hood and I'm 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 we'll put you under, under 

The fucking pavement if you say shit I'm gonna explode 

Everyone knows that my boys will just run up 

Commitin' 187s, while they'll be bumpin' Deep Cover 

Oh yes it's possible, nah this rap shit ain't no obstacle 

Messing with us dawg, get familiar with the hospital 

It's my time to shine and yours to listen 

Fall victim 'cause we'll rise and erase the competition 



[Chorus]