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!

[Chorus: 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]
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 (???)
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 2X]

[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 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
Scam DJ`s if we have to when we say play this
The result, of all unanswered prayers
Hijo el diablo!
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