answers the phone I'm here on my own In this place No more love in the bedroom No more dancing on this floor Oh no, so alone, just throwing stones
You got it to bet? That's just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect Take the voice that
m a nigger man, watch me dance I put the lyrics on the paper with the pen Evil E makes the records spin Islam drops the beats that you rock to Thought that
I'll steal a show in a minute, it's as simple as that An interstate crook, my pistol's my rhyme book Any show that I'm on is a show that's took Better
You got what it takes you can win? You got what it takes you can win, Today is your day to begin. Don't give up here, don't you quit. The moment is
the gun Climbing a tree with a missing limb And not saving anyone And now it hurts to stay at home And see flash The mirror ball's throwing mold You
camera, my niggas hold keys like janitors Throw D's on that bitch, bought her tits like Pamela's Spend a whole day tryin' to take all my stamina Never that
Okay, Pusha, minus the T Niggas is talkin' to blasphemous Tell me, is it these ashy cuts that got you thinkin' I'm not in touch with that mask 'n glove
Click, flashblade in ghetto night, Rudie's looking for a fight Rat cat alley roll them bones, need that cash to feed that Jones And the politicians throwing stones
stone, gimme a stone, gimme a stone G D Asus A Someone gimme a stone, gimme a stone G D Stone that I can hold A Bm Stone that I can throw G D A D Someone gimme a stone
will know which way to go I will show him by the stones that I throw {last time} G/// D7/G/ Eb7/// //// Ab Db Ab The stones I throw
do With my back against the wall, crack his back, y'all Naw, it ain't went nowhere like havin' Hair with stylin' gel in it, throw a curl in it Dread that nappy shit up, throw
please Initiate phase three! Missy now service me Take another shot of Jager, shake it so nervously Take your time baby, ooh you're the bomb baby! Ooh you're doing that
freak you Keep your stone sets, I got my own baguettes And I'll be doin' things that you won't regret Lil' Kim the Queen Bee, so you best take heed Shall
me and blows me like she owes me You knows me, I take whatever life throws me, shows me Girls don't like boys, they like cars, money and some of that
't Dino, don't! Now take it easy, boy!} Lucky me, workin' down in the gravel pit Movin' rocks, on a big dinosaur I sit Mr. Slate gets mad and he throws
fool with guns and no brains Thrown off your balcony get stoned and let's remain We stressed main, paper come up short Plus this bitch with my baby tryin to take
a grown ass man, holding a nigga hand Now get out on your own, stop depending on your homes To chuck you a bone, and stop throwing stones And that goes
