Buddha Monk - Sling Them Stones lyrics

[Intro: Buddha Monk] Sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me Sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me Sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me [Chorus 2X: Buddha Monk] Brooklyn love to sling them stones Wherever we sling them rap, they get sold And when we high, all we have to do is Bust our chrome, well, well, well [Buddha Monk] And where we at? Brooklyn, what we do? Get it pumping Sell those hard things to make my lump margin So stand back, don't get in my way Or I'll have to let the AK tear up your frame It's a serious game, this big dog need to eat, ya'll Mess wit me, ain't no problem to delete ya'll I creep up on ya'll, then tie up all of ya'll Take all your dough, you know I rely on ya'll And I don't need the projects, I leave that to you cats Any where else, n***a, you might lose that Then I push the six, low to the floor Head out of state, where I can get much more If you a real thug n***a, you can roll in any slum Set up shop, and sell that young But ya'll dumb, ya'll rather sell sh** where you from Have beef wit ya mans, turn heat on ya man Here's the plan, take six, roll a new land Me deep and root in, now there's a new sandman It ain't where you from, it's how you play your hand Get that cheese, then you get that van, n***a [Chorus 2X] [Buddha Monk] Like I said before, I ain't got problems selling raw Roll wit two grips, and many clips And I ain't scared of ya'll, sh** I just fear for ya'll That I might have to put one of these things in ya'll Oops, did I say that, yeah I said that And it's best for your health, that you don't forget that I sneak from the back, rat-a-tat-tat Then creep away like any normal ally cat Your critics is wack, and let them know that you did that Now it's a whole bunch his mans, coming to get that I thought you knew that, bad boys move in silence Ain't no need for the news n***a to tell that you violent Look slow down, you wilding, didn't you know it's many miles To that island, and you won't be smiling You be dick like a hoe b**h, smacked like a hoe Rock socks like a hoe, and your name is now hoe So Duc-Lo, ain't no need for a show You need that dough, ain't no need for ten folds Got to roughly go, where no man has gone before Deliver that raw, then the world is yours, critters [Chorus 4X]