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P*** The Bone Lyrics – Masta Killa


P*** The Bone

Masta Killa
Song Writer(s): Diggs, Robert Jr, Grice,
Publisher: RAMECCA PUBLISHING, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - CAREERS,



Uh, y'all *****z should have some of this ****
Right here boy, it's that good ****
Uh, it's just one, two, one, two, replace the beat
Aiyo, aiyo, checka, checka, checka, check it out, uh, motha***kin'


I was feelin' lovely, pocket full of dough
I lil drunk, reaction madd slow
Thinkin', should I step to the Motherland?
And rep who? The Wu-Tang Fam


Another thang beyond the fam I wanted to get repped
Put my lips on the Blunt tip
It's been Two Weeks since our last Squad
Stepped in the Grand Resort


25 Dollar fee, plus I.D.
But a brotha like me Executive V.I.P.
Word, she took a bar seat
Had a tall gl*** of Hennessey and Peach


Turned to my left stood this chick, she was slammin'
What you do kid? I examined her
Pushed up, tried to bag her for her name
What happened? I didn't have ****


Overwhelmed by the scent in the air
Could it be? Yes, yeah, ha, ha
It was start tell the God Jamel, he had a bone
A blunt and that end ****


I said, 'P*** the bone, p*** the bone
P*** the bone kid, p*** the bone'
He p***ed it, took one pour, I was blasted
Felt kinda stimulated, fantastic


We approached the weak Cipher
Did you surprised her? Tranquilized her
Bagged her for her name and address
Slit to the rest, achieved mad success


We don't front, we run things, here to tell you one thing
Run through town like stars, buy you broads, hottest Gods
We don't front, we run things, here to tell you one thing
Run through town like stars, hottest bars, ***k you far


I shot a Night Club, shorty lookin' wit the Mean Mug
Ain't showin' no love, it's all good
I'm ready to float inside and rip the mic from
All I needed was a hydro bone


Guess who came down the Block Stumblin' Drunk?
I forget the brotha name but he had some stung
Check out the blunt, put the weed inside
Roll it up tight, then the flame was applied


Inhale without potent corpse
Exhale you know like 2 pools and off
Stimulated kinda Toxic, but don't sleep
You know we got the drop, one shot wit the Heat


Some brothas be smokin'
That weed of the week
But neva me, just stick wit the ganja
Since remain ya, in ya area


We don't front, we run things, here to tell you one thing
Run through town like stars, buy you broads, hottest Gods
We don't front, we run things, here to tell you one thing
Run through town like stars, hottest bars, ***k you far

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