ST 2 Lettaz - Trill 2 Da Bone lyrics

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I’m trill 2 da bone, bone, bone, bone

Trill to the motherfucking bone, I’m trill 2 the bone, bone, bone, bone

Trill to the motherfucking bone, I’m trill 2 the bone, bone, bone, bone

Trill to the motherfucking bone, I’m trill 2 the bone, bone, bone, bone

It’s about back in the day, when the year was ‘99

Everybody had a thing, it was time for me to go and try to find mine

I mean I was cool with a couple jad boys

Who could broke in any crib or disarm any car alarm

Also cool with a couple dope boys,

Who could only ride cars you can find on the Auto bar

Wasn’t old enough to drive but I still had drive

Only thing on my mind is I wanted one, and I wanted 2

So when I’m sitting up in my room,

Looking like randy, look at my family…

I got something to prove

True, went up in the lockbox, grabbed my granddaddy …black 22, cool

Then I hit the block, stop, the first person I see make him give it up smooth,

You would have killed him, I’ma work in late tonight

And we ain’t got nothing to eat and we want some steak tonight

Yeah nigga might smile, but it ain’t no funny games

Run the watch, run the chains, anything that’s got these hunger pains

I turn the block to the motherfucking hunger games

I’m trill 2 da bone, bone, bone, bone

Trill to the motherfucking bone, I’m trill 2 the bone, bone, bone, bone

Trill to the motherfucking bone, I’m trill 2 the bone, bone, bone, bone

Trill to the motherfucking bone, I’m trill 2 the bone, bone, bone, bone

I ain’t even wanna dope rap in 3 days

And my little chick, been having a fit, cause we ain’t on the same page

If I drop it …and a cranberry, does she gonna love me again

But do she love me for me or do she love what she gain

Bout to get associated with niggas like me, blood type g

Thug life scene, coming wild with me through the …of the ghetto

Where the hating is high, and them lil niggas from the block wont…

Feeling like a mellow in the black way …must be a sugar hill…

Money make the world rotate, and a bitch nigga hate

And nigga bitch give me her face

Yeah, this is life, ain’t no excuses

So, if you can’t be used bin, that means you useless

Don’t know what the care with the truth is

They just wanna know where that loot is

If you don’t show us, then we shooting,

Double glock pop to you top, …the roof is

I’m trill 2 da bone, bone, bone, bone

Trill to the motherfucking bone, I’m trill 2 the bone, bone, bone, bone

Trill to the motherfucking bone, I’m trill 2 the bone, bone, bone, bone

Trill to the motherfucking bone, I’m trill 2 the bone, bone, bone, bone.