Thirstin Howl III - Stole lyrics

Thirstin Howl, LoLife Founders And to be a deck of eight, spit shine my throne I make a cell, look like home Suave wrath, and all that Came home, wearin" corp craft Stayed clean, started bidden as a baby Sewed a Polo patch on my stay-greens In the yard, don't matter who didn't like me Wore Polo frames on my Riker's Island I.P. Strip search - watch Where you hide your ox when you bu*t naked in the box Keep locked music, segregated housing units Don't carry the icepick if you ain't gonna use it Jail, manners, homemade, magnums Where you thugs become h*mo madams Robbed at random In the court pins with me, sneakers my size you ran them Handle beef by the pound, I ain't loud I'll wait to stab you 'til we line up for chow Thou shalt not steal but I - STOLE! Ran up in Sac's with two gats that I - STOLE! Snatch Kangols, bankrolls, gold - STOLE! Crashed a car on the FDR that I - STOLE! Sixty 'Lo hats, fifty slacks I - STOLE! Always had a welfare ho that - STOLE! The same day I came from jail I - STOLE! On Park Ave. in a Jag I - STOLE! Knocked out the guard by the door when we - STOLE! We took a dollar van on the rush when we - STOLE! Civilians cameras watch me but I still - STOLE! See me on the train witcha chain I - STOLE! In New York we - STOLE! New Jerz we - STOLE! N.C. we - STOLE! Philly we - STOLE! D.C. we - STOLE! I'll break your jawbone Got the fast hands; take all Guess and Polo we - STOLE! Before drama, whatever we end this as My pride ain't in my pocket, it's in this bag Whether guns or p**y, I know when to pull out My Puerto Rican hair never needed Nu Nile If you could walk in my shoes, you could sleep in my grave My Brooklyn style, Big Daddy Kane, Dana Dane If I was jumped, by n***az thirty deep I'll grab one, and make sure they murder me Only d**h is promised, as you know But all my baby mothers, fightin' at the funeral Keep the beef, in Brooklyn, for Biggie If Ms. Wallace tell us we'll burn down our city! Drank Old Gold, for breakfast, with disco Timberland boots, bring back forty pillows You not a thug or a murderer - murderer Only a big baller - if you got a hernia! It's bout the, dolla, it's not an, option Too official to wear Troop or CapOne Snatched by his throat, choked Slapped Freddy Kruger, cause his sweater, wasn't 'Lo Forty-two steep - sound like, thousand feet Threw empty forty ounces off a, balcony Understanding, knowledge, wisdom Hold up Puerto Rican flags - in the name of Big Pun!