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
s Down for my stacks Chorus: {E. Vicious} I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks I'm born to jack and slang the fuckin' bozack I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks
Перевод: BG. Down For My Стеки.
running up in the street And they saying: My name is sharina, my name is busta My name is tonia, my name is busta My name is dianna, my is busta And what
cc Straight from the streets, learn from og’s Rocks ain’t nothing my jewels is deep freeze Blood, sweat, and tears, gotta stack the g’s [roc marciano
money extortions Niggaz snitch, f.b.i. is hawkin Call johnny cochran, yo this nigga is walkin Shit, we got to close down the club Me and my cousin bust
ain't even my style (style), thats a penalty or a foul (foul) Hit the sideline and sit down (down) I ain't even trippin' bout how many my numbers that
's the Hou on my roadster And the same color on my low-low Got a couple homies with that chronic for the low-low For sho' though, and I ain't with the
Squeal like a pig when you big f**kin, big f**kin, ahh!! Well I'll tell you about my smoke stack What's coming back jack, We'll turnback Curse for in
get back to this paper I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryin' to get back I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah I'm talkin' five
I put mines in, did a lil' more thinkin' Shine in the summer Minx in the winter Ice year round Twenty on the pinky Damn my town Went down sinkin' Made my
hood down and Don't make a sound if them people swing around this bitch Do ya thang whoa' hustle try to stay low This is for my old school G's who ain
one nigga [LW] Bird.. man [B] I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want 'til they come get us nigga [LW] Bird.. man, J-R, ya know [B] You feel
filthy rich making money out the ass My little cousin told me, This is my year, I won't stop till a nigga shuttin down Times Square, yeah! I do this for
stack heavy doe, sell out every show It'll never die, we live And we gon stay big time 'til it's time to see Big (B.I.G. forever!) Get a grip, Bad Boy
gon' blow right through ya I be macking 'bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover Shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter Niggas think
