Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heart of Stone, artist - U-God. Album song Mr. Xcitement, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.09.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Free Agency
Song language: English
Heart of Stone |
| I got a heart of stone, flesh and bone |
| Red skin tone, rap syndrome |
| I’m that street sweeper, dope beat finder |
| Forty four piece, keep on pushing with a meat grinder |
| Heat mizer, to all you competitors |
| You regular, regular, I’m ten steps ahead of ya |
| Return of the predator, let me demonstrate |
| Make niggas spill blood like women menunstrate |
| And I’m, fresh out the gate, guess who trunkin' through |
| If he fight to the death, I’mma buckle you |
| Yea, I’m all stressed out, I’m not confortable |
| I don’t play by your rules, I stick and move |
| Everyday that you do, catches up to you |
| I want my cake and eat it too, stop the game |
| Leave bruises on your neck, when I pop your chain |
| Yeah, the hunger/pain, make me an awesome thug |
| I’m my own verdict, fuck the jury, the judge |
| Yeah, hear me loud, I bring fury to clubs |
| I rap gritty, cuz the city’s infested |
| I got the city trapped, trapped in my deathgrip |
| When the tech spit, we bang out excedrin |
| Yeah, you wet kid, the aftershock’s around ya |
| Can’t wait to let off, the eighteen pounder |
| The bulldog growler, potato on the end |
| I don’t turn belly up, or jelly on a friend |
| They held me in the pens, twenty three hour options |
| Locked in, now I’m in the top ten |
| I’ll never bend, heads give up |
| When I, see ready for, dead in the dust |
| I throw up the crust, then I shatter they mask |
| It’s a must, it’s a must, that I shoot fast, come on! |
| The streets is like Satan, I’m from the Hill |
| Cuz people keep hating, cuz I score at will |
| Don’t fuck with new niggas, I figured they wired |
| I set 'em on fire, like the name was Pryor |
| I’m a livewire brother, that’s something superb |
| Want a glass room mansion, up in New Jers' |
| Puff a dutch and an herb, stay in touch with ya bird |
| In an all black Phantom, crushing the curbs |
| Spill my guts on my word, cuz my measure is lethal |
| From the Oooh Building, my Resident Evil |
| Throw consecutive free throws, I’m poppin' the Don |
| Better, clear the way, another blow from the Arm |
| And don’t be alarmed, when I’m scrappin' this CREAM |
| With knicks the size of ice cubes, taking your fiends |
| And I popped out the rifle and M-16 |
| You see me on the screen with the Charlie’s Angels |
| All in the closet, keep nothing but Kangols |
| Catch him in Bahamas eating all the mango’s |
| Call in for drama, bring on the pay load |