[Stack Bundles:] Sta You already know what it is niggaz Exactly what the fuck y'all was afraid of Riot Squad, Dipset, Byrdgang Max, Bynoe waddup Capo where the fuck you at nigga
[Verse 1:] Yo, get them the fuck 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 niggaz 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 fuck 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 niggaz 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 bitch, next year Bentley ('06 shit) It's six dollars a record nigga (Check the units) And don't be mad ya bitch holla to check a nigga 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 nigga what your ass, take caution, understood We G'd up
[Hook: Stack Bundles] We rockstars, fast money, and cars YA DIG You niggaz 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]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
