Lyrics:
Tryna get a bone
Never left alone
Catch me in the zone
Might learn something
From the kid
Too grown
You see they choose meh
Might have to run these
Hoes
ass really did it
Give Bone the microphone and let him kill it
Give Bone the microphone and watch me beat you like a cop
Lil' G from the hall so
thought its no matter
No attention to the broken woman soul shattered in four fragments
A cold battle felt dead might as well toe tag her
My bones rattled
Done woke me up
We ain't make no sound
Chilling with my hounds
These moves ain't loud
Haters hate all the time
Couldn't care less of a dime
Treat
know is that.... all i know is that...;
(Verse 3)
All iv'e ever really known was this kind of life,
There's times we had to eat supper lit up by candle
beat him up, broke his jaw
He claimed he got jumped
Got on an orange suit it hurt to see my mans in cuffs
It goes to show how these Brooklyn streets were
[Featuring Big Bone, D-Day]
be -Legit:
I clear the corners like homers with the bass is strong(?)
They can't stand to see me with it so I
Nineteen ninety mother fuckin six
That's that shit though
Get the motherfuckin Squad packed
We got to pull these shoes out like carpet, word is
I done it with gang and I done it alone (mmm, nah, turn that up)
Know my ting, bu-bu-bad to the bone
(Young Madz, tur-t-t-tu-t-t-)
Roll this
I know you heard the terms chicks are like cars,
Well I treat bitches like drinks,
When I step in the club and by out tha bar,
So let me quench
Like I'm so high, 4 as I lean, wit that thang by my side, it's toe 16
So fresh, so clean, baby boy comin' by down
From them bows to tha wheel, blowin'
When they know atop the food chains
I could spot biters for acres?
Now be gracious
These minstrels turn a bully cycle civil
By dissolving the candy
of my niggaz talking in D-Town mackin' and hustlin'
Multiplied by Chi then milwaukee came up for tha fuckin' at 10,
Hut 2-3-4 for and tha rollers lace
These niggas don't beez in the trap
They like bees in this track
Just smoked out
I ain't talking 'bout what you toke out
Get choked out fo'rilly
Thumbin this chicken it got my hands greasy
Got every reason to ball every season
Up on these niggas they didn’t wanna believe it
Say it I mean it the hate
a bone wit' me
Put my bitch up on designer, got Balenci' on her feet
My momma say a couple prayers, keep them demons off me
'Cause I know I'm out here
[Apathy]
I put you up on the IV, not the Roman Numeral 4
But the IV that leads to the funeral floor
Wax gets melted; breaks bones, fractures
the 4
OTN4L nigga you know them my bros
Vc ah drop a nigga from the roof
Fuck a pull up we shootin from the booth
D3 ah hang a nigga by a rope
Lilo ah
just snatched the bones out yourself
No money no power but learn it by yourself
Elders can tell what ever they tell
Some kids can't understand well
Face
time you shot, it was off a little bit
Then you came back and got rebooked
Twenty-four karat, all gold on my neck, you think I got it from Egypt
If
kid)
I'm on these pills and I cannot sit still
(Man I can't sit)
I'm splurgin' switchin' gears
(You know I'm burning now)
Can't love no hoe, no I'm not
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
Restless standin tall like a soldier
We thick like the first motorola brick cellular phones
Cut to the bone, celebratin "dre day"
Love it or leave it
a four to floor
You see I'm whining, so don't be stepping on my fours
Swear a nigga diamond, the way I shine on these fools
Shawty so fine, feel like I
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