Sta

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



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 DIG

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)