Down For My Stacks - B.G., E. Viscious, Mr. Ivan

When I was lil all i could think about was gettin dis

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.

I’m down 4 my stacks i’m rollin wit b.

gizzle mayne i’m down 4 my cheddar

I’m down 4 my stacks i’m rollin wit dee money mayne i’m down 4 my cheddar

Mayne If u Know bout hustlaz then u know bout me,

rollin wit b.

g ready 2 get dis 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, im 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.

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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 dis monkey my back,

so i called dee money, and now i’m down 4 my stacks.

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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

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.