Pocket Full Of Stones, Pt. 2 Lyrics

36 ounces make 'em bounce in the street!
I don't wanna do it but a nigga gotta eat
I'm fresh outta jail so you know a nigga swole
Straight to Short Texas where the fucking dope is sold
Cocaine lady white lady selling good
Got them hoes on that boy in my motherfucking hood
Making all that paper fucking hoes in the sheets
Motherfuck a Philly, smoking big fat Swisher Sweets

It's the return of the main motherfucker selling crack!
Time to give it away now, on the Short four years on my back but see it's cool, They know me when they see me so they holler "Big Bun!"
The nigga that don't give a fuck about the value of a dollar
Fiends come at me in waves like I'm a star
Cause they know I've got the white girl and the black tar in my car
So when you see the nigga face you know it's on
I'm back in this bitch with another pocket full of fucking stones
Bitch!

I got a pocket full of stones
Got a pocket full of stones
I got a pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass alone
I got a pocket full of stones
Got a pocket full of stones
I got a pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass alone

The law turn their backs on the street so they trip
Trying to catch me on the sharp while I'm slanging for my grip
So now I'm hitting licks, quick quiet as a mouse
Last quarters (?) damn its time to get a house
I found me a shack deep west by the bridge
And stored half a bird in the next town by Willow Ridge
And brought it back to P.A. right past the undercovers
Couldn't find my o-clip so I ask their lil brothers
They still wearing Dickies like they did when I left
Making moneys number one before life or death
And fucking hoes down Cause I been in that world
Coming up on these wannabes sporting Jheri Curls
So anything ya need whether weed, speed, cain
Heroin, ice, ecstasy ya find I got it made
How far to see ya peep, when you need ya very own
Bring ya mother or your brother
When ya'll need another pocket full of motherfucking stones
Bitch!

I got a pocket full of stones
Got a pocket full of stones
I got a pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass alone
I got a pocket full of stones
Got a pocket full of stones
I got a pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass alone

I bought an old ass 50 dropped it down to the pavement
Every damn dime that I made I made a nigga save it (?)
I knew a nigga in the city with that case (?)
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Making big stacks (?)
Got some hoes slanging sugar at the school for me fool
Selling big bundles of that Heroin with that E
No more ounces baby all I sell is forty keys
I got a house and a car but I stay outta sight
Ask DJ Bird I (?) chilling nigga (TIGHT)
Sharp as a (?)
I got some shit make an elephant buck (?)
So tell all them hoes you met Pimp C
A slow walking, country talking, weed smoking G
Cause I'ma show these hoes how she supposed to be
When you ain't a fucking nigga you can come inside with me (?)

I got a pocket full of stones
Got a pocket full of stones
I got a pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass alone
I got a pocket full of stones
Got a pocket full of stones
I got a pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass alone

Shit is fucked up but I still pack that chrome
Motherfucking feds got a tap on my phone
But if they run their fucking ass up in my home
BUCK-BUCK-BUCK to they motherfucking dome
Cause like Bun said "We ain't no punk ass tricks"
And tell [censored] he can suck a nigga dick
Cause niggas tired of all that fuck ass shit
And if they leave it up to me they find em stanking in a ditch
Cause can't no gosh damn body stop crack
As long as young niggas making big fat stacks
I tried to do it legal making records (?) bent
Like 2Pac said "it didn't pay the fucking rent"
So now I'm cooking (?) of that crack
A nigga doing bad so I had to sell my fucking (?)
I tried to get a job but they say that I'm too known
So I'm back on the streets with my niggas
With a motherfucking pocket full of stones

I got a pocket full of stones starting all over again