Bone Thugs-N-Harmony — 100-K

[Intro] First the mother fuckin [?] got mo' business coming to the God damn hood Bitch, I'ma tell you one fuckin' thang, 'Better get the fuck outta my face before I slap the dog shit out yo ass' [Chorus: Bizzy Bone] One hunnid carats in my hood, four million bitches on my mind One hunnid carats in that hood, four million bitches on my mind One hunnid carats in my hood, four million bitches on my mind One hunnid carats in that hood, four million bitches on my mind [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] Put the motherfuckin' gun in your mouth and when the motherfucker 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, [?] He bop, yeah, nigga, 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 nigga pocket Lean back, nigga, fuck 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 niggas [?] 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 bitches on my mind One hunnid carats in that hood, four million bitches on my mind One hunnid carats in my hood, four million bitches on my mind One hunnid carats in that hood, four million bitches 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 nigga tryna hit that Niggas know where they can find me, chillin' at the trap spot I'm tryna make a mutha fuckin' mill, hunnid dollar bills Gotta nigga pockets on fill, homies tryna come up on a kill Who-Who, can tell me what the deal is? Anybody fucking with stacks I pack steel in my backpack, then the [?], pap pap I don't think a nigga really wanna handle that Chit-chat, nigga, that's where the birds at And, man, I don't wanna hear anybody chirpin' [?], never not mine is a nickel and a dime [?] [Chorus: Bizzy Bone] One hunnid carats in my hood, four million bitches on my mind One hunnid carats in that hood, four million bitches on my mind One hunnid carats in my hood, four million bitches on my mind One hunnid carats in that hood, four million bitches on my mind