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Pocket full of stones
Plus the stove brunches
Chrome blushing
Skull duggin'
Fresh up out the mud
Nigg no nothing
Didn't know nothing
Moving codes - doing

up - know it's love so its
Brunch up at the Stove
Dutch, a couple adios
Sex in the Bellagio
With a Pocket full of Stones
Right out the zone - I am home

active
They buzzing cuz i'm with you or i'm probably that attractive
Just ship me out the warehouse cuz i'm really the full package
She fucked herself by

a pocket full of stones
Piecing chain off on my chest, I'm super tight and feeling grown
Front, back, side to side in the big body slab
Got diamonds gainst

I'm sparring with Mustang
Only time I'm green with envy when my pockets be busting
My flow is like humans cause this shit is disgusting
You know I'm

Had to play the middle field
Figured out I'm with it more
Man this shit been getting real
No stone unturned
See what all this shit reveal
Spread

can happen, see that's the twist of fate
They found the treasure but their pockets are full of toys
And their victors of status but of true spoils they

soon I'll be whipping that Benz

Make sure a nigga paid in full
Putting stick in her hole like I'm playing that pool
If a man get bagged by the feds then

where we stand
Try to make our peace with the time at hand
We can turn our faces toward the sun
We can carry troubles
Pockets full of sorrows
As plentiful

Guess they running out of luck.l
Charish every single bag 
So I got double up
I just love to see them mad

Man these knots is full of Hunnits  
Kinda hard

the block
But a pocket full of pebbles
What locked up Crackpot
Should've used his wrists for
The cut like Subroc
Maybe then he'd have avoided
The common phony

The lonely sidewalk shines like diamonds
The city traffic hurts my bones
Smoking heat upon my shoulders
And my pockets full of stones

An empty bag

search the coupe
Had a pocket full of green dubs, then I turnt it blue
Cause said the tans don't work, he done turnt to blues
I'm a vet, striped up, but

the check and
Baby girl still counting
Stupid fruity loud pack
We blowing by the ounces
I'm so high, I could see Stone Mountain

Stupid fruity loud pack

got the coppertone
Quick with the gemstar choppin' stone
Blocks of ice kept the vodka cold
My pockets is swoll
Bust a couple shots from out the foxhole

sixes
Stunnin' on you pussy ass niggaz
72' dope really straight shoot pass you
Flat screens, 18's, I don't herd shyt, pocket full of stones

I got

There’s a reason I can’t look you in the eye. Living in ignorance, a cruel disguise. Pockets full of greed. To see what hatred breeds, we must break

lean just close enough to light my cigarette
I climb the steps with the key to my room
My hands are warm, my pockets are full of stolen fire

Like a fist

kak drek
Change in my pocket, head full a jokes
So Sundays took my girl to the Spur vir 'n Coke Float

No money for a car, sy moes op my fiets chill
No

Street Life

Hostyle

One Eyed Maniac

2004

you in the court of law
Gun firing; wall to wall
(???) closed from burn holes
Fires turned on my stone... Fuck That!
'cause I gotta eat; pockets so

Street Life

Screwball

Loyalty

2001

''cause I reach for them... reach for them
Street life is all I know
Full bellies and cellis, close enemies to siece memories
Warfare is when you go

Street Life

Hostyle

Loyalty

2001

you in the court of law
Gun firing; wall to wall
(???) closed from burn holes
Fires turned on my stone... Fuck That!
'cause I gotta eat; pockets so

side and sometimes It feels like glue 
I've got pockets full of gold but it's something that I always lose

I got mood swings and I'm looking

every woman grin
Pocket full of bobble heads
Lets spin them to the end

Why you looking all twisted in ur grill
You look so sick ‘cause I'm looking so fit