100-K lyrics

by

Krayzie Bone


[Intro]
First the mother f*ckin [?] got mo' business coming to the God damn hood
b*tch, I'ma tell you one f*ckin' thang, 'Better get the f*ck outta my face before I slap the dog sh*t out yo ass'

[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
One hunnid carats in my hood, four million b*tches on my mind
One hunnid carats in that hood, four million b*tches on my mind
One hunnid carats in my hood, four million b*tches on my mind
One hunnid carats in that hood, four million b*tches on my mind

[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone]
Put the motherf*ckin' gun in your mouth and when the motherf*cker kick in the door
And I'mma be up in there, he said I'll see you in hell, probably when I'm gettin' out
I got a killer up there but I ain't running my mouth, I got it
Two shots, popped it on [?]
Bu-bop, six on dice, drop it
I got, slide it or lock it
He bop, yeah, n*gga, buck stop it
Rollin' 'round with a pound of weed, I got it
E'rybody on the team gotta full locket
E'rybody gotta beam on a n*gga pocket
Lean back, n*gga, f*ck that, we got this
Gotta get it gotta get it gotta goooo (get it)
No strippers in the club they be show wit' it
More strippers in the club when we roll in it
Order me a double, a gold digger and break every penny I got it for-for
Seen everybody, I gotta-gotta get more-more
Get out the middle when n*ggas [?] they let go-go-go-go-go-go
Shotgun, still gon' blow
Shotgun, still gon' blow
Shotgun, still gon' blow
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
One hunnid carats in my hood, four million b*tches on my mind
One hunnid carats in that hood, four million b*tches on my mind
One hunnid carats in my hood, four million b*tches on my mind
One hunnid carats in that hood, four million b*tches on my mind

[Verse 2: Flesh-N-Bone]
Who is that steppin' in the buildin' lookin' like diamonds
You cheatin' on, we livin' life grimey
Holla back if you wanna get that, split that, kick back
Gotta n*gga tryna hit that
n*ggas know where they can find me, chillin' at the trap spot
I'm tryna make a mutha f*ckin' mill, hunnid dollar bills
Gotta n*gga pockets on fill, homies tryna come up on a kill
Who-Who, can tell me what the deal is?
Anybody f*cking with Stack
I pack steel in my backpack, then the [?], pap pap
I don't think a n*gga really wanna handle that
Chit-chat, n*gga, that's where the birds at
And, man, I don't wanna hear anybody chirpin'
[?] on time, never not mine is a nickel and a dime [?]

[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
One hunnid carats in my hood, four million b*tches on my mind
One hunnid carats in that hood, four million b*tches on my mind
One hunnid carats in my hood, four million b*tches on my mind
One hunnid carats in that hood, four million b*tches on my mind
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