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Make It Stack Lyrics

from The Cold Corner 2

"Make It Stack" is track #6 on the album The Cold Corner 2.
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[Lloyd Banks - Verse 1]
Too much thinkin
On top of that, Im gettin high and drinkin
Im 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 its time to go and do it
Take you were I come from, that influence on my music
Aint 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, Ima leave a legend
Brought up in this hell, how Im breathin heaven
I swear I fear I hear my niggas laughin while Im ballin
Woke up this mornin the weed and alcohol callin
Livin that life of a mac, 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 aint want all the talkin
Dont be blown at my jack, flat-line on that cat

[Hook]
Lets get this money, then lets make it stack
Then lets make history, cause they cant take that back
Back to ballin and spendin
Runnin up in these women, got a bitch out the movie
Take a look how Im 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 dont ball/bawl up and die, I bomb back on them hoes

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2]
Heat up in the winter, so Im cooler come the summer
We out here, gamblin the ruger money sucker
PYT and all we up the cougar, Ima crush her
And I always been a rebel, never been a cuffer
You just talk it, you dont does it
So all those who suffer, you so humble out in public
Computer make you tougher
I got Ros by the bottle, bitches by the car-load
6 or 7 new ones, Im switchin up the mob
Bitch I sleep in the Apollo, Im always on stage
I should take my show to broadway cause that hallway like a grave
Cant no bitch get in my mind, so I know its physical
I kick out the dimes, I think Im invincible
I climbed to the top, now Im pissin off the pinnacle
I pray to God that I get rich, gettin money spiritual
Diamond in my physicals, thats why Ima stand out
You dont got your hand in, you just got you hand out (son)

[Hook]
Lets get this money, then lets make it stack
Then lets make history, cause they cant take that back
Back to ballin and spendin
Runnin up in these women, got a bitch out the movie
Take a look how Im 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 dont ball/bawl up and die, I bomb back on them hoes

I bomb back on them hoes (x4)

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