THIRSTIN HOWL III

THIRSTIN HOWL III - Brooklyn Hardrock 2 lyrics

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(feat. Unique London)

Yo, yo-yo son..

It's it's like fifty dudes outside man!

I swear they got like, big ol' big leather trenchcoats

I know somethin bad gonna happen I ain't goin outside!

[Chorus: Unique London]

ONE Brooklyn Hardrock, gonna rob you outside

rob you outside, rob you outside

TWO Brooklyn Hardrocks gonna rob you outside

rob you outside, rob you outside

[Thirstin Howl III]

Shit where I eat, forget to flush

Awkward thing; off the hook with call forwarding

Pack guns - when it ain't safe

Bite the bullet, lick shots and tell you how they taste

(Deadly arms!) Sorry for the bad news

Stick you up with a safety pin or lit roman candle

I jack a trolley, while jogging

First name Poor, last name Jobneed

Admirable, school of hardrocks

On the road, jump niggaz when I'm alone

Flew the coup, but never left the nest

If you shit bricks then you piss, wet cement

It's not a game (NO IT'S NOT A GAME)

I only run faster when you scream (HE SNATCHED MY CHAIN!)

Don't exercise - finger in great shape

You gotta run the jewels - even if they fake

[Chorus x2]

[Thirstin Howl III]

Shit where I eat, bite the hands that feed me

Breathe deep, burn the wound to stop the bleeding

Numeric systems can't measure this heart

Rob niggaz for commissary on the day of my discharge

Unholy; sacriligeous but still sacred

So ill I was forced to wear Medic Alert bracelets

Breakin in studio basements in Bay Ridge

and Bainbridge track boards betas!

Brownsville Puerto Rican never bladeless

Scare DJ's if we have to when we say play this!

The result, of all unanswered prayers

Hijo el diablo!

Translate Wall Street Journal, 12 diario

With the breath, of when alkie spoke

You don't wanna be messin, around these folks

In gray Mustangs with blue Audi doors

I would have hollered at you but I was probably hoarse

On economy charts

I'm blacked out, with a collared green farm

Live in a cottage near a saliva stream park

The only animal Noah didn't invite in his Ark

[Chorus x2]

[Thirstin Howl III]

Shit where I eat, lick the bowl

Live for bulk, made weapons from flourescent Phillip bulbs

Never scared, to accept truth

that misery loves company (PREPARE THE GUEST ROOM)

First cousin of poverty [???]

Pondering what I'm pondering

Keep the chain, pondering

Watch your back, if you want to escape

Catch you half-steppin with one foot in the grave

Angel eyes, with Satan sight

It's still stealing, if you change the price

Leave cuffed, illegal search, seizures

Everybody's stole at least once

[Chorus x2]

Thanks to pervert nurse for these lyrics

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