Pocket Full of Stones, Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
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 bar in my motherfucking hood
Making all that paper fucking hoes in the sheets
Motherfuck a Phillie, smoking big fat Swisher Sweets

[Verse 2: Bun B]
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 know me and wave 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!

[Hook x2]
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

[Verse 3: Bun B]
The laws heard I'm back on the street so they trip
Trying to catch me on the short 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 scored half a bird in H-town by Willow Ridge
And brought it back to P.A. right past the undercovers
Couldn't find my old clique so I gots they lil brothers
But still wearing Dickies like I did when I left
Making moneys number one way 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 mayn
A pharmacy ?, when yall need ya very own
Bring ya mother or your brother
When ya'll need another pocket full of motherfucking stones
Bitch!

[Hook x2]
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

[Verse 4: Pimp C]
I bought an old ass hoopty dropped it down to the pavement
Every thin dime that I made I made a nigga saved it
Cus I knew a nigga in the city with them packs
? gobs of crack
Making big stacks but I keep that on the cool
Got some hoes slanging sugar at the school for me fool
Selling big bundles of that Heroin with the ease
No more ounces baby all I sell is quarter keys
I got a house and a car but I stay outta sight
Ask DJ Bird, ain't I chillin nigga? (TIGHT)
Sharp as a sickle, need a nickle, nigga please
I got some shit that make an elephant buckle to his fucking knees
So tell all them hoes you met Pimp C
A slow walking, country talking, weed smoking G
Cause I'ma show these hoes how the shit supposed to be
When you ain't it fuck you nigga you can come inside with me

[Hook x2]
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

[Verse 5: Pimp C]
Shit is fucked up but I still pack that chrome
Motherfucking feds got a tap on my phone
But if they run their funky 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 gettin 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 had me bent
Like 2Pac said "it didn't pay the fucking rent"
So now I'm cooking ? of that crack and making bags
A nigga doing bad, had to sell my fucking Jag
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

[Hook]
I got a pocket full of stones starting all over again