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stack bundles - ya dig lyrics

[stack bundles:]
sta
you already know what it is n-gg-z
exactly what the f-ck y’all was afraid of
riot squad, dipset, byrdgang
max, bynoe waddup
capo where the f-ck you at n-gg-

[verse 1:]
yo, get them the f-ck from round me
i don’t care what p’s he hang in
i never heard of him so tell him to keep bangin’
my n-gg-z is riders, it’s strength and numbers
whether 6 or that 5, there’s gangstas among us
got the hood in a frenzy, they see how he
open the suicide doors on that cle
i been doin’ this, hoppin’ out, lookin’ all harlemish
shoe game marvelous, heavy on his charm and wrist
you ain’t got the heart to risk ya life for ya lifestyle
pay to get acquitted for the charges like mike trial
i leave a white trail, follow your nose
gorgeous gangsta around, just follow the hoes
they all juicy, sweatin’ ’em, believe i’m flattered
but with’ a starting five like mine, your binks don’t matter
tints don’t matter, they know who that car belong to
i’d f-ck her but you who the broad belong to
no matter the avenue, diddy-bop, swaggin’ through
g’d up, flaggin’ through
two-tone wagon through (yeah)
we in the city of god, city is ours
riot’s the squad, gang is the byrd, movin’ them birds
man something that murder the third

[hook: stack bundles]
we rockstars, fast money, and cars
ya dig
you n-gg-z hustle but you not on your job
ya dig
play gangsta but you not that hard
ya dig
fly high with the byrd and the riot the squad
ya dig
[repeat]

[verse 2: jim jones]
byrdgang
i got my back to the wind (speeding)
90 grand for the range with the racks in the rims (ballin’)
they say i’m local from the jump (uh-huh)
cause i ride around town with explosives in my trunk (fully loaded)
my jeans saggin’, pockets swollen with the mumps
tints on the v while i’m smokin’ on a blunt (that purple)
my neckware chilly, fresh gear illy
i’m hoppin’ out the box b-tch, next year bentley (’06 sh-t)
it’s six dollars a record n-gg- (check the units)
and don’t be mad ya b-tch holla to check a n-gg-
i heard you b.i.g., but money ain’t the problem
i’m hoppin’ out of jimbo’s if i’m hungry up in harlem (yeah)
yeah, that’s how we on it in our hood
i’m rockin’ all my jewels, henny quarter in the hood
we all got aliases, there’s warrants in the hood
and n-gg- what your -ss, take caution, understood
we g’d up

- stack bundles lyrics

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