Unique London - Brooklyn Hardrock 2 lyrics

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! [Hook: Unique London] 'Gwan 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] sh** 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 (GIVE ME YOURS!) 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 Jhonny Admirable, school of hardrocks Honor role, jump n***as when I'm alone Flew the coup, but never left the nest If you sh** 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 j**els - even if they fake [Hook 2X] [Thirstin Howl III] sh** 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 n***as for commisary 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 play this! 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, to el 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 black owned, with a cow and a grain farm Live in a cottage near a saliva stream park The only animal Noah didn't invite in his Ark [Hook 2X] [Thirstin Howl III] sh** where I eat, lick the bowl Lift for bulk, made weapons from flourescent Phillip bulbs Never scared, to accept truth If 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, siezures Everybody's stole at least once [Hook 2X]