Team Zoe - Stones In My Pocket lyrics

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Team Zoe - Stones In My Pocket lyrics

[Verse 1: Dom] Head shot, one time Dead drop, aim high Smooth stones, hang time Shots fired, see between the eyes No JK I like to spray spray with my A.K That's my acquired knowledge Never work without a payday Who's stuff you thought this was Now you trying to claim what don't belong to you No buddy this don't work like that you ain't a pimp I'm not a prostitute I been ready, been through way worse Heats up, and it been turned I didn't need your stuff then I'ma keep doing what been working We been working (We been working) Giant k**ers, we've been "Murking" Check the menu we've been serving Check the shadows we been lurking We've mastered all our pastures Now we ready for this battle thing Gonna be a king, and it started "Cuz" I got these rocks in my sling [Chorus:] Couple stones in my pocket Couple stones in my pocket Couple stones in my pocket Giant step up and we drop it Bulls-eye he ain't ready for it Head shot one time Bulls-eye he ain't ready for it Head shot one time [Verse 2: Yaves] Riding down that avenue King David my attitude White walls on my "caddie" shoes Anchorman I got good news Riding down that avenue King David my attitude White walls on my "caddie" shoes Anchorman I got good news Gospel on me I'm sporting Ain't dodging law enforcement My pocket full of rocks Ain't got no baking soda endorsement I'm from the bottom where they begging for the bread Wake up every morning take a 40 to the head Man of the "fam" cause my real daddy dead But I'm good on blood from the blood that was shed Yeah One savor one mediator One way either or The way I side step the bull I look something like a matador Moon walking Michael Gico Caveman Future look so bright That Ray Charles need Ray Bands They right no Suge Knight Off d**h row 2PAC One stone, sleep the giant Flintstone, Bedrock [Chorus:] Verse 3: Todd Sling shot, That's what I'm packing make it happen The enemy yapping I don't think that he knows what it is 3 rocks, slinging it back and then attacking them Knocking them back and then they ain't getting back up again We pop, slinging the word I need to serve 'em Heat from the furnace, I'ma earn a spectacular ten Fee fi fo all you wanna But I'ma be on the opponent Like a hunter with a gat in his hand Everybody wanna act illiterate When enemies be coming around the territory talking ridiculous Till me and my people gotta go and get lethal And show the evil doer they don't wanna be on the premises Cause I'm packing a weapon off in the pocket Might think I'm a idiot 'til I pull it and pop it Enemies falling now the rest of the competition Ducking and hiding like Osama Bin Laden Straight from the gate Straight from the go Spiritual opposition man they already know Nobody ready for the static Cause I'm packing a weapon to devour everyone of my obstacles Tell 'em what it is show 'em what it do You step in front of me I step in front of you Hit 'em with living literature Then I sick 'em And stick 'em up in the city while representing the W