Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - 100-K lyrics
[Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - 100-K lyrics]
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'
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
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
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
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
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
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'
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
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
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
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
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