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