Вершы: Stones. Other. Bk Rap.

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
I 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)