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Stack Bundles - Текст песни Ya Dig feat. Jim Jones
Stack Bundles:
 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
 Stack Bundles:
 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 wit' 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 DIGStack Bundles - Ya Dig feat. Jim Jones - http://ru.motolyrics.com/stack-bundles/ya-dig-feat-jim-jones-lyrics.html
 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)
 Cuz 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)













