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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

White-Tee 
Mean bucket and pocket full of dough,
Like HOV in 01’
They hate the part in my raps where I tell Em’ that I’m the one
Still smoking like I got

my nigga jacob
Slippin', he beat them charges, we winning
Its 10 o'clock on the
Strip these niggas touch
The work it's hard as it gets
I was just a by

Round Here

T

Naive

2002

they grown down here
Them young niggaz similar to King Kong, round here
A pocket full of stones, would get you on down here
So dope boy, keep ya drops