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Intro: [Stones Speak] They don't do it how they use to huh Boomer? it's all good though I guess that mean I'm a have to do it how it 'spose to be done nah mean Chas-o what's good my dude (chuckle) Okay Okay I go by the name of Stones but you could all me S.T. for short yo... (background chettering) Verse 1: Mix a sick track up with a sick rap you get that young nigga stones with more bars than a kit-kat you could bring your whole squad for this kid black and I'll eat your whole enterouge, it's a mismatch them hollow-tips that my pistol shoot will have a man on fire like that Denzel movie duke so mu'fucka you better calm your troops before I aim at your brain and leave flames on your skully duke just imagine what the ox will do the coronors love me cause I do the fucking autopsy too so while you screaming out who stopping you I'm like who stopping who you niggas aint even started duke you niggas sound real retarded duke cause you like the twelth man on the bench you never gon shoot Letras de cancionesI came through with my B.K. crew to show these niggas how B.K. do Chorus Let me hear some of that B.K. rap that make the sole on the bottom of my feet tap make me wanna back out and let my guns clap that nigga stones bout to put the east coast back on the map repeat 2x Verse: Your boy stones is a different breed when I squeeze you'll be on your knees feening to see tomorrow like it's christmas eve I be too busy to fight so you beef with me and you aint going bird watching but you go see the eag I guarantee ya gon love the way I damage beats I'm like the oil company the way I bring the heat (blow) on tracks and the one to make you rest in peace the best is yet to come this just a preview of the beast S.t. my name ring heavy in these streets cause I'll put the ox to your face and let my niggas eat give you a buck 50 cause none of us is cheap cock back, pop glocks put you under sheets come through raid your spot like we the police we got gun work like we from the middle east please all you mu'fuckers eesh I aint the doc but I got a shot to make you go to sleep Chorus 2x [Interlude: incoherent chatter] Verse 3: You could find me chilling at the weed spot with the ox in the side of my pocket or the glock in the cereal box that's word to mother if you tempt me I'll pop it you'll be covered in red like a fox you get hit with this rocket and I aint talking bout Fred or Lamont bitch so talk slick and your name be on a white tee under-neathe R.I.P I'm quick to dump a whole clip if you talk slick and blow out your mu'fucker candles like I made a wish to releave stress all my niggas smoke piff so you know the L's be in a circle like a Lexus I aint the one you wanna mess with cause them shells will fuck up your stomach like a whole gallon of nesquick we top ten on the feds list they heard about touch not and they se the way our nicks hit we leave fiends stretched out on the pavement lifeless looking all stiff like the cement Chorus 2x (Thanks to Jay for these lyrics) From Letras Mania