Stack Yo Chips

Master P, Mystikal, C-MurderBuy this song

Master P

Percy Robert Miller Sr. (born April 29, 1967), better known by his stage name Master P or his business name P. Miller, is an American former rapper, actor, entrepreneur, investor, and producer. He is the founder of the popular label No Limit Records, which went bankrupt and was relaunched as New No… more »

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(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 

ain't 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 ain't 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 can't 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

Written by: DAMON YUL WIMBLEY, DARREN ROBINSON, DAVID REEVE, KURTIS WALKER, LARRY SMITH, MARK MORALES, MICHAEL L TYLER, PERCY MILLER, SAL ABBATIELLO

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