Lirieke:
Short Stack In This Place

In this place we lie Cutting slightly in vain Hoping and praying you'll remember my name If only tonight And only tonight You'll write back here I

nigga through the whole damn spiel This kid lookin' polished No wonder I got a rap sheet way more enough to fill an album Stack keep it full throttle

full of dope nigga don't get stopped Take it to the house and bag it up Make that money and stack it up Or spend it all in one place, what you want

thug Standin on the corner sellin drugs And just remember, this ain't multiple choice Without a college degree you only got your voice You gotta talk for yours, or get nothin at all This

place Getting raps getting traps found and clowned Everytime you see short baby you get down 'cause the raps I make are the raps you like The way Too $hort rocks the mic This

I got consignment to give This year I need 97 gats, 97 cars swear to God this year, I'm gonna fuck 97 starts And if I come short, it ain't no slack off

Greetings Okay, I'll make this short We in the house We got Micah 9 abstract rude peace Vic hop fat Jack and myself Aceyalone We come for the glory of

Short skirts, short skirts, the Big Apple love the Short skirts, short skirts, and Florida love the Short skirts, short skirts, and Albuquerque love the Short skirts, short skirts, Louisiana love the Short skirts, short

a verse But if these wack ass rappers stay in the game This shit is gonna get worse one day I'm a make it big I'm the best and this goes down to all