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
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. [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 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
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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.

Chorus [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 dis monkey my back,so i called
dee money, and now i'm down 4 my stacks.

Chorus

[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.
Lyrics: Down for my Stacks, B.G. [end]