Stole

[Thirstin Howl III] Thirstin Howl, LoLife Founders Interior decorate, spit shine my throne I make a cell, look like home Swore wrath, and all that Came home, wearin corp craft Stayed clean, started bidden as a baby Sewed a Polo patch on my state greens In the yard, don't matter who didn't like me Wore Polo frames on my Riker's Island I.D Strip search - watch Where you hide your ox when you buttnaked 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 homo madams Robbed at random In the court pens 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 [LoLife Founders - different member on each line] LoLife Founders! 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! [Thirstin Howl III] I'll break your jawbone Got the fast hands; take all Guess and Polo we - STOLE! Beef or drama, whatever we end this as My pride ain't in my pocket, it's in this bag Whether guns or pussy, 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 niggas thirty deep I'll grab one, and make sure they MURDER me Only death 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 belows 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 Todd 1 Snatched by his throat, choked Slapped Freddy Kruger, cause his sweater, wasn't 'Lo Forty-two deep - 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!