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DJ Melo-Mix - Stack Yo Chips Lyrics




[ Featuring Master P, Mystical, C-Murder ]

Featuring see Murder Master P



(Ughhhhhh)

Stack yo Chips get yo paper

Ball til you fall young nigga f*ck the haters

Stack yo Chips get yo paper

Ball til you fall young nigga f*ck the haters

Stack yo Chips get yo paper

Ball til you fall young nigga f*ck the haters

Stack yo Chips get yo paper

Ball til you fall young nigga f*ck 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 f*ckin 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

F*ck

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 f*ck the haters

Stack yo Chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young nigga f*ck the haters

Stack yo Chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young nigga f*ck the haters

Stack yo Chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young nigga f*ck 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 muthaf*ckas 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 f*ck the haters

Stack yo Chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young nigga f*ck the haters

Stack yo Chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young nigga f*ck the haters

Stack yo Chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young nigga f*ck the haters
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Featuring see Murder Master P



(Ughhhhhh)

Stack yo Chips get yo paper

Ball til you fall young nigga f*ck the haters

Stack yo Chips get yo paper

Ball til you fall young nigga f*ck the haters

Stack yo Chips get yo paper

Ball til you fall young nigga f*ck the haters

Stack yo Chips get yo paper

Ball til you fall young nigga f*ck 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 f*ckin 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

F*ck

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 f*ck the haters

Stack yo Chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young nigga f*ck the haters

Stack yo Chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young nigga f*ck the haters

Stack yo Chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young nigga f*ck 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 muthaf*ckas 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 f*ck the haters

Stack yo Chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young nigga f*ck the haters

Stack yo Chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young nigga f*ck the haters

Stack yo Chips, get yo paper

Ball til you fall, young nigga f*ck the haters
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Writer: DAMON YUL WIMBLEY, DARREN ROBINSON, DAVID REEVE, KURTIS WALKER, LARRY SMITH, MARK MORALES, MICHAEL L TYLER, PERCY MILLER, SAL ABBATIELLO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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