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Palestinians evil...
Living on pins and needles Taking orders from authorities Keep you
Thinking feeble Hey, I'm sure you make manager by your second life sequel

a motherfuckin' god
Jet took off, you can see it in the sky
Mans down, I'll be overseas when you find em'
Throw the hoodie up, I'm too cold, change the climate

I know for old Frank told and me ne'er told me a lie 
As we strolled 'round Cowan mountain
The old man and the boy

I stood Sliabh na gcapall

Did I ask you? Nah bitch I am past you
All you soft as fuck I'm chopping
Through you all like wagyu
Here's a ticket to the raffle
In front of my

that garlic drug
Mantras when I spit this flow, knowledge filled up in every bar
But I'm guided by the light, no shine, soldier of the father but I ain't

take yo quarter back, I only rock wit Ben Frank (big face) yeah,
...I'm glad I ain't never lose faith!

Hook

V2
.....& u can look me dead in my face....

Tell them to get out of my head
Can I go back to bed
And pretend this is all okay

And I'm sorry Frank
I guess I just thought wrong
I was ready to quit

Frank Costello, and talk game like Mike Fratello, So I'm straight
Spend chips on the strip I'm Pete Bell, we do it the Hardaway, parlay for longevity
Me,

Young man going for the win, yes I am
Meet and greet with Ben Frank
I'm his biggest fan
We don't got the time girl
Make your mind up
Fuck around

em' "I'm Frank from Montana
The king of the hill"
Except I'm a nigga from the junk yard gang
Bill Cosby couldn't spot me if I
Copied a duck in a bill

like I’m Frank on the beat
Kept it all hidden from the public
Tell em all we don’t shop at the mall
But you see us glam out in public

Got my niggas

bank at zero
I'm just being frank man, that's cuz you could never

Get this far
I was a loser man, I had no friends
No beginnings, not no ends
I

up?)
Frank brought beats to body this, I got straight to work like a college kid
Face like a be on some model shit, spit like I'm really a goblin
Huh,

Hello Frank

Sumo

After Chabón

1987

Hello Frank, how're you doing?
Are doing all rigth

Sunday morning blues, you know
Just ain't the best
When you just want to lie down
And have a good

or re-enact Sinatra
For you to know that I'm being frank with you
Because I got what you need
Watch what you read cause them papers lie not what you need
See

crowd eager in the front but an old battered guitar in the back spoke to me, cracked whisper voice, ""Hey Buddy! You wanna go for a ride?"" I'm skeptical,

"You and your race, get fucked".

The Irish hate the Irish;
It's Arab versus Jew;
You're cactus if you're Kurdish,
And by Christ I'm sick of you.
There's

What It's All About

Rasco

Time Waits for No Man

1998

tryin' to get by
I stutter step like rats no cool gats
Frenchise my brother this man can pull stacks
Perhaps, your plan to go plat' just went splat
Your

Heat 4 Yo Azz

Celly Cel

Heat 4 Yo Azz

1994

[ VERSE 1 ]
One by one goes the bullets in the clip
Put it in yo gat, one in the chamber, now you're ready to start shit
Heat comin from the barrel

now we fuck the same bitch
Old heads trynna school me
Still might fuck it off in Louie
Benny frank what I'm pursuing
Fuck her face just hold the Coochie

three for three, four by thе time you hearing this, uh
And I'm blessed to hit record and pour my heart in these songs
Till the right one hear it then

world out big shit
I'm hitting every house like
I'm a Girl Scout
I don't trust a soul homie
I'm throwing this referral out
Jail monster, dumbbells,

Fly mufucka they can't hold me down
Why they say it's lonely at the top I'm feeling lovely now

Full metal like it's war 
Slide the blade cross your

That's How We're Livin'

The 7A3

Coolin' in Cali

1988

on the street, never carry a nine
Hit your heart and leave you staggerin like moonshine

Get ill as shit, shootin' celo
Got so much money, think I'm sellin' by