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 ^!$$% 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'$#&@a 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 ******* autopsy too
So while you screaming out who stopping you

I'm like who stopping who
You ^!$$%s aint even started duke
You ^!$$%s sound real !@$!ed duke

Cause you like the twelth man on the bench
You never gon shoot
I came through with my b.k. crew to show these ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%s eat
Give you a buck 50 cause none of us is cheap
@@#! 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'$#&@ers 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 *****
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'$#&@er candles like i made a wish

To releave stress all my ^!$$%s 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 **** 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