Stones - BK Rap lyrics

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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

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<br />

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Thanks to Johnathan