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the seams 
Fill the pockets full of prescription dreams
Of fighting fire with prozac
His lighter is no match
For a strike of the throw back
These pills but

The Story

Bun B

Trill

2005

you know we was signing to Jive

Dropped, "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones"
Put the remix on "Menace" shit we had it going on
Got,

The Story

Bun B

Trill

2005

was signing to Jive

Dropped, "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones"
Put the remix on "Menace" shit we had it going on
Got, love in the streets

cowboy...
On a cocaine cowboy...
On a cocaine cowboy.

Some stone cold killas with a pocket full of triggas
Here to terrorize a town boy.
Considered to be

coupe gon' occupy a few lanes
And every freestyle start with "I done came through mane"
I done came down with a pocket full of stones
My sock is where it

is no limit they don't know ya 
Past by Gucci shades I don't know ya 
Tom Ford make the pockets look older
Diamond baguette
Keep dancing no rest 
My

głównie o to
By nie musieć iść spać przed północą
Od Zorro przez Ghost'n'Goblins
Predatora Rick'a Dangerous i Pitfall'a
Tu nikt mnie nie pokonałby gdyby nie

And though my pockets are empty now
My heart weighs me down like a stone
So forget me
Leave me by the hillside
‘Cause overseas
Time waits for no man
Though

Quickie

U.S.D.A.

Young Jeezy Presents U.S.D.A.: Cold Summer

2007

Nikes on
(You can even leave ya Nikes on)

Ya man hit it like this, well, he oughta
Pocket full of Magnums fuckin' somebody daughter
Somebody momma, in

stones
America's laws disorientated by
Bush's lies on
Foreign relations this ain't war
We invaded and stole
Oil and rations, destroyer of nations
It's

Beez Like

Boosie

Seen It All [Best Buy Exclusive]

2014

Pocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce
Put the work in the bag, make a yayo sandwich (sandwich)
Then we go and spread it through the hood

I let my swagger blossom
I make the beat play possum
When I pop up like a martian
No precaution
And I'm rocking with my posse
Rolling stones like

work with it
to made sure theres a price to fit
so you left everyone
to care for their own
to make sure that a stone is a stone

Brick by brick
class by

what's life without risk
Got my heart on my sleeve, got a sleeve full of tricks
I'm moving too fast like a Jordan Hicks pitch, can't catch in your mitt
Got

You can reach into your pocket
While I reach into my mind
Clarity is so divine
We just single the design
The physical we inherit
By visions on TV

In this world full of photographs and phony laughs from phones
Spinning like photographs and uber cabs I roame
Full stanford for the anthem, cos

a room surrounded by stacks of letters
In the middle there's a desk clerk
I'm shivering in my sweatshirt
Sweat's filling up my pockets
He stops his pen

pitch fork
hear me say all jeez
I can make some money dressed up
or in my undies
Got a pocket full of gas and cash they both green
And I'd never stop

living in
They say you shouldn't throw stones
If you live in a glass house
I learned that as a shorty
Bumping 50Cent
Nowadays I'm just hated on by many men

Kenny
When my pockets get fat as Cartman
I can write it and produce it
Turn silence into music

With nobody's help all by myself
I can do it at a level

Family of six no food in the fridge
But we just took life as it went by
I’ve looked death straight through
My left eye
Heart broken 'cah she moved

Tango
Free my soul

Sleepin' by myself and there's a stranger in my bed
Uh
Sweat fermented grapes I just need a cup for my skin
Uh
Smell the aroma
Full

they raped
See we was born into a world of hate
We weak alone but together we could make it great
Sticks and stones
They get thrown and if my bones break

and mayonnaise
God damn I'm cold
Bag full of O's
Baby think I'm strippin how I slide with da pole
Pockets on swole
Talkin shit 3:16 Stone Cold
Still ridin 4's