know something 'bout us that you don't know And I've found something out that I can't let show Now the lines have grown into skin and bone And it's raining stones
try and pimp the system, thats a form of prostitution I'm ready, the city probably see me as a nuisance daily Seeking the devil stone getting repetitive
e gotta bring my partna in yeah that Pokey hes comin out that Southside, yeah the Stone you know he's comin through with a pocket full of stones (Big
, so you motherfuckers hear it An' when you hear it, you feel it, you know it's real So this is how I live it, how it's pictured for real, nigga I'm
heart of stone (With a heart of stone you'll be well protected) Don't you sometimes wish your heart was made of stone? (With a heart of stone love's
picture but stay within the lines Escape your oppressor, transgress your transgressor Turn it upside down Why blame me when you don't get your way? The glass house where you live is just a stones
come through and I gots to get dumb boys steady swervin pickin em up at Sterling gots to send shots, send Piper to that Mervyns and they carved in stone
game and it's one I can't postpone Meaning if it rains I'm the one it's raining on With my diamond chain's on still nothing setting stone Women borrow
were snapping And you cuffed their collars While I climbed the tree-house Then how I hollered! Well she'd lain, as still as a stone, in my palm, for
is a battlefield so lick your shots quick while I lick my wounds and then resume as an obvious target Infatuations with the past protect my Purple Heart with a faded picture
game and it's one I can't postpone Meaning if it rains I'm the one it's raining on When my diamond chain is on still nothing set in stone Women borrow
of stone (With a heart of stone, you'll be well protected) Don't you sometimes wish your heart Was made of stone (With a heart of stone, you'll be
heart of stone (With a heart of stone, you'll be well protected) Don't you sometimes wish your heart Was made of stone (With a heart of stone, you'll
hue you like Paint the picture but stay within the lines Escape your oppressor - trangress your transgressor Turn it upside down Why blame me when you don't get your way The glass house
before Christmas We filled our stockings with wishes And walked for hours Arm and arm through the rain, to the glassed-in cafe That held us like hot house
to try and pimp the system, thats a form of prostitution I'm ready, the city probably see me as a nuisance daily Seeking the devil stone getting repetitive
rest his soul, lost him at 36 years old I miss my boy and how we use to roll, life is good but sometimes it's cold Same old story written in stone, we
