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Down For My Stacks Lyrics

B.g. – Down For My Stacks Lyrics

[Feat. Dee Money]

[Dee Money Verse 1]
When I was lil all I could think about was gettin this cheddar had dreams of being like 2pac or even better so I was down 4 my stacks and I made a killin turned it over B. Gizzle to resolve my feelings.
[Dee Money Chorus]
I'm down 4 my stacks I'm rollin wit B. Gizzle mayne I'm down 4 my cheddar
[Bg Chorus]
I'm down 4 my stacks I'm rollin wit dee money mayne I'm down 4 my cheddar

[Dee Money Verse 2]
Mayne If you Know bout hustlaz then you know bout me, rollin wit B. G ready 2 get this cheese, pullin and poppin triggaz, ready 2 get these stacks ready 2 to show these niggaz dat my nigga geezy back, rollin in a impala wit 23 inch chrome rollin on firebird giavonni stones, ready 2 show da world
Dat I'm down 4 my stacks, and send these niggas packin wit dat monkey on em lackin, and show these niggas why I keep a heata under my jacket I dress in all black to impress cause I'm a 9th ward nigga, new orleans only hustla, and I'm down 4 my stacks nigga I lean wit it I rock wit I do da fema bounce wit it, I need my fema stacks nigga, go back 2 new orleans and pull up in a fema lac nigga, Katrina shut us down we makin a come in 06 nigga believe we coming back, I'm gone come back swinging and wreck katrina
Then do her something wrong i'ma let off three or 4 bullets straight off in her dome, I'm a ride 2 da nolia and meet B. G. And let katrina have nigga best believe me.

[Bg Verse 3]
I'm da type a nigga dat grind wit no sleep, i'll be a lie if I said I ride wit no heat I stay posted on da block, I don't run away from cops, I just let dem niggaz have call dee money tell give dat heater out his jacket, I'm a magnolia prince a vl hustla, chopper city boyz we grind all summer,
It's me, dee money, hakizzle, gar, mike, and, sniper us 6 together nigga we dogging rifles mpulling triggas, bust ya brain, killing niggas 4 pocket change I'm down 4 my stacks and nuttin less, I'm da type a nigga dat'll pull ya blood vessels out ya chest, R.I.P. 2 my nigga soulja slim, he been my nigga ever sense he was magnolia slim, when been hustlin on vl ever sense I was young n thuggin, but now dat he gone, a nigga thuggin in public,
My daddy named me christopher, lost him at thirteen he left me hakizzle and my mamma carol dats my queen, I been bad ever sense, I been trying 2 get this monkey my back, so I called dee money, and now I'm down 4 my stacks.


[Bg Talking]
Yeah Make sho ya'll go pick up my nigga dee money new album ya heard me,
Called life after hurricance katrina, It's chopper city yo dee say something 2 em right qick

[Dee Money Talking]
No I ain't a hater don't get me wrong, you made it a hot line, me and B. G. Made it a hot song peace.
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