The Beatnuts - Thirstin Howl III Freestyle (Frank151: That Grown Man) lyrics

Frank151 ft. Thirstin Howl III - "Thirstin Howl III Freestyle (Frank151 - That Grown Man)” [Instrumental 1 Produced by [?]] [Instrumental 2 Produced by The Beatnuts (Original Instrumental from The Beatnuts ft. Large Professor's “Originate”)] [Intro: Thirstin Howl III] (Let's go). Yeah, word to mother. I was just at PF Cuttin Lab. We was smoking some L's, drinking the yadda yadda sh**, getting nice for Frank151, n***a [Hook: Thirstin Howl III] They boosting! You scared to look You afraid of my gauge and my right hook Snatch your big chains—money, get them shines up Where we gangsters blaze a hood rat They looting! You scared to look You afraid of my gauge and my right hook Snatch your big chains—money, get them shines up Where we gangsters blaze a hood rat [Verse 1: Thirstin Howl III] Club Nation, Polo Country, pro-ho Juggling. Tell popo nothing Fair weather. Glock drop. Don't dare get up Speak Lo street code. Blood leaks slow Mi hijo, watch what? Reach for Long barrel—holsters deepthroat Famous chain-snatcher, play the game backwards Stand up handcuffed—same matter Crime saga, rap sheet. Spoken word Gat speaks any language Take your last pennies and the Benny Franklins f** it! Leaving any empty banks slips [Hook: Thirstin Howl III] They boosting! You scared to look You afraid of my gauge and my right hook Snatch your big chains—money, get them shines up Where we gangsters blaze a hood rat They looting! You scared to look You afraid of my gauge and my right hook Snatch your big chains—money, get them shines up Where we gangsters blaze a hood rat [Verse 2: Thirstin Howl III] Pull it? Better use it. I'll body every bullet “Thou shall not bullsh**” a blueprint Full clip? Who's scared? Won't Waste warning shots in the air. Shoot the fair Thirsty Thirsty from the ‘Ville Where big-tittied b**hes brung me milk A quart of Olde Gold and a blunt I sk**ed Hungry, blood-money stains up most my bills [Interlude 1: PF Cuttin] Switch-up (I originate) [Verse 2: Thirstin Howl III] Your heart pump Kool-Aid with too much sugar Life's a b**h, but a n***a still in love with her ¿Qué pasó? Unless my soul de gato Gun bruja, bruja. Get that dough. Pecado My roof from France. Any language slang proper Keep a low-budget b**h, pink-Timbed train hopper Type thief: Nikes. This n***a pay nada Rikers Island cigarette safe-locker, play doctor Street credit, blood bank. Cheap chef and love shanks So G's know me, hold steez above rank Calle Ocho, sancocho, Gran Combo, Hans Solo Cubano, chavo, claro, clavo, charro mad malo (Y'all know). Big-ba** bocina Ice grills stone-hard, brick-faced Boricua Fat Joe in control of the Puerto Rican flag I'll help you hold it up. I need that job bad