lloyd banks-make it stack (remix) Lyrics

too much thinkin’ on top of that
i’m gettin’ high and drinkin’. i’m floatin’! – on cloud 9 watchin’ these niggas sinkin’. no blinkin’! – you blink too much
you lose your turn. sleep is the cousin of death. – you might as well pick your urn!
i been talkin’ my intentions
now it’s time to go and do it;
take you were i come from. – that influence on my music. ain’t no u-turns on this path! – think before you choose it;
hold this autograph
come get your cash and try to use it!
i came here unexpected. – i’m a leave a’ legend. brought up in this hell. – how i’m breathin’ heaven?
i swear
i fear
i hear my niggas laughin’ while i’m ballin’;
woke up this mornin’ the weed and alcohol callin’. livin’ that life of a mack; kickin’ them hoes out off ’em
ask ’em when they comin’ back. – knowin’ that they done lost ’em!
hit them bitches from the back. – i ain’t want all the talkin’
don’t be blown at my jack. – flatline on that cat!
let’s get this money! – then let’s make it stack!
then let’s make history
’cause they can’t take that back!
back to ballin’ and spendin’! – runnin’ up in these women. got a bitch out the movie; take a look how i’m livin’!
and do you know what it took? – i take you back down the road
before the riches and bitches
– and the platinum and gold. i got it all from the work. – no contract in my soul!
i don’t ball/bawl up and die
i bomb back on them hoes!
uhh! – i’m tryna buy my soul from satan. – i can’t keep up with payments!
strange writings on the waaall got me feelin’ like a cavemen. call that shit the days inn”. – life is so degradin’. but to my last statement i keep praying till it’s “amen”! top is where i’m aimin’. – left the way i came in; i’m a keep on ravin’ till them islands is the caymens and my bitch from mexico. – she don’t know she next to go. suit yourself then screw yourself! – shoot yourself plexicooo! bang bang! – thought you were a giant. couldn’t hear the mornings but i bet you hear them sirens. first i close my eyelids – then everything is quiet. i could go out in silence but i would prefer the riot. i catch the first star with my fist raised versace shades my french braids had sick chains since 6th grade – safe to say we’ve been slaved. these niggas tryna shoot me! – these crackers tryna sue me! wake up to your favourite actresses; my life is like a movie boy! heat up in the winter so i’m cooler come the summer. we out here – gamblin’ the ruger money sucker! pyt and all we up the cougar i’m a crush her; and i always been a rebel. – never been a cuffer! you just talk it you don’t does it; to all those who suffer you so humble out in public. – computer make you tougher! i got rose by the bottle – bitches by the car-load 6 or 7 new ones. – i’m switchin’ up the mob! bitch i sleep in the apollo. – i’m always on stage; i should take my show to broadway ’cause that hallway like a grave. can’t no bitch get in my miiind! – so i know it’s physical; i kick out the dimes. – i think i’m invincible! i climbed to the top – now i’m pissin’ off the pinnacle; i pray to god that i get rich. – gettin’ money spiritual! diamond in my physicals. – that’s why i’m a stand out you don’t got your hand in. – you just got you hand out! i bomb back on them hoes. i bomb back on them hoes. i bomb back on them hoes. i bomb back on them hoes.”