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spent no time to build their craft up
By studying the greats and then comparing how they stack up
They quick to post a track up and hope the get a lot

off right in the Marriott
A younger Qui$e ain't see the pleasure in pain
I fought the demons in myself a war for devilish gains
I was tryna stack

Fuck what's right or wrong man just worry about getting richer
Stack your paper up bro yeah you gotta do it the right way
If i got your back and you got

Koolie
Nigga came up straight out the sewers
Now every night it's a fuckin movie
Stack that paper like I'm Jewish
Treat a Nigga bitch like she a groupie

wave
And bring back the limo
All these niggas acting like bitches
Put them in the kennel
I'm just trying to stack all my paper
And give it to my kin folk

can't l have you Cleaned up By tomorrow Morning You can't rap, all your Songs are borin
I'm the future, doin Donuts In a DeLorean on Floren
I'm

Hustle and grind 24 7 times
Stack this paper and keep these haters the fuck up offa my mind
No dayz off, I'll sleep when I'm dead
Until then I keeps it

Head no WaveCaps
No breaks, i don't take naps
Just paper chasin', get straight bags
Safe p's 'till i get stacks
Hit Lafayette and i pop tags
I don't do

it says, heya
Always gotta show love to neighbours
By the kid that was born in a manger
And evil starts from pursuit of paper

I apologize, if I got my

Freestyle [Screwed]

50/50 Twin

M.O.E., Vols. 1-2

2007

I'm swanging 4's and thinking thoed, banging hoes and changing clothes
Smoking dro and doing shows, paper stack can never fold
I bought the car and I

the locksmith
Welcome to my slaughterhouse, I'm in my get paper zone
I just want that Sara Lee, Butternut, Nature's Own
I just want the stacks of bread with

some kind of fire

I want my blade and put it on a shirt
I ain't gonna make it, they don't know who I am
Walk through the fire while getting burned by

Welcome to my slaughterhouse I'm in my get paper zone
I just want that Sara Lee, Butternut, Nature's Own
I just want the stacks of bread wit rubber bands

I'm always getting hurt by the ones I love the most 
When they don't need nothing from me they be ghost
When I was down they used to treat me like

Freestyle

Lil C

Big Bucks & Styrofoam Cups, Vol. 2

I'm swanging 4's and thinking thoed, banging hoes and changing clothes
Smoking dro and doing shows, paper stack can never fold
I bought the car and I

the track
It's not a trivial pursuit
It's a matter of facts

Please have your pen and paper ready
The facts will commence in 3 2 1

Facts

Black-thighed

Freestyle

Chamillionaire

Da Bottom, Vol. 2

2005

I'm swanging 4's and thinking thoed, banging hoes and changing clothes
Smoking dro and doing shows, paper stack can never fold
I bought the car and I

destination
Gimme 2 years swear that life will be vacation
& every black kid that can rap on a track got verse bout the gula they gon stack and theN put in

to follow groups
I can never do that shit all by my lone make money moves
Money moves I stack it tall
Making plays I got to ball
Hitting licks in rental cars

know my name
Pen to paper when I write I let my heart spill out
No need for favors I refused and took the harder route
Nowadays they only seem to do it

at dusk moving harmoniously in tune
That’s why the sunsets different in California
Good-morning


Wave, Absolutely wave
You could stack the paper up but you

bend over, give me erection
Off the liq, they don't know how to act
Eat her out while you throwin' it back
Here tonight , but be gone by tomorrow

I

her what it do (Yeah, huh)
I might today off like Ferris Bueller
Imma stack this paper then cop a Mueller
It won't take long to pass these niggas
Throw

a click
when your sharper make it happen you could bubble off my nip
hyperations stack somethin losin nothing can you dig it
and bet your own hustle man