Lyrics:
the gat to me
Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin blasphemy
Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins often
Frank Wizzard, fuck you soft
and cheepnis in the case of a monster movie has nothing to do with the budget of the film, al
H it helps. but true cheepnis is exemplified by visible nylon
my trick ain't for kids, if you dig 'em, you'll get smacked
I'll clock ya, I'll spring forward, you fall back
Every album that I drop has got more
that I'd never been born
When the day is done
Some get by but some get old
Just to show life's not made of gold
When the day is done
Linger on pale
Franks]
Picture a niggas that's raw
Amber fire his ass and what we'll say is what we saw
Muthafuckas I slaughter
Blow 'em out the water
L-E-G-I-T
albums
Underrated like Don Cheadle it's
Don P though classical like Sinatra and
Hendrix we're endless
Black mafia hit's that Mobb Deep shit
Gets deeper
holding the Glock
I can tell by the way she shooting nonstop
I can tell by the way she looked in my eye, something hot is about to occur
Bullets in the air
got these women on me
I hit the club with all my homies, and the drinks is on me
At the crib with the shorty that I met at the spot
Pretty eyes, nice
snap and jot it
Back problems in my 20's cause the game is on my shoulders
I'm reviving rap
Body bags for anybody thinking they can stop me
Built DUALIS
tribute, it won't take long
I've made some stuff rhyme and
I've recorded this song
You had a hit album called Back To Black
But then you got addicted
strikes nigga turn the music down nigga
Fo' real nigga I ain't going back fuck that
(Just take a ticket my nigga you ain't do nuthin)
The fuck is you doing
Young Sinatra playing, Overly Dedicated
Nothing but some Setbacks so I moved to Section.80
Man, I moved back to my hometown, just a bad kid in a good
could freeze Snow White
Don't get geek'd she a freak but bring me peace in life
I keep it frank we by the ocean and her jeans off white
She gave me head
Okay, right, we're here live in the studio with Ricky Jamaraz (Hi everyone)
Hello everyone (Hiii)
This is the final track of your new album
Yeah
So I guess this is what it is, huh?
Think it's obvious
We ain't never gonna see eye to eye
But it's funny
As much as I hate you
I need you
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
Whereas any guy who gets it with a sex worker is too insecure about how much she gets, uh, I mean, fucked in the eyes of the public.
I mean, she has le
Network, we network!
[Black Thought]
You tossed aside, talk/hustle is the way we survive
Cover your ears, your clothes, your eyes then look alive
The most
they Neil all on me
Rest in peace to Brix man they killed my homie
I see it in his mom eyes she feel all lonely
[Hook: Break]
[Verse 2: Frank Knight]
ration
Its bad health and industrial sadness
Never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots
This addiction is more random
I walk door to door Mormon
The street sweeper's the wicked witches broom
A silver spoon, I never had it
I grew up mad at Anne Frank, 'cause the bitch lived in a better attic
(Say dat
work ethic is absurd, man
Oh yeah, is it? Really? If I was so determined
Then I'd still know how to speak a single word of German
And the album would've
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
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