Bennie Franks Lyrics

no muggy manny man gonna feel this shit here tramp

try out the (?) bobby land rasta man one land one land live one land love

you come you come you test the rasta

you come you come you test the rasta

you test Bennie and I told ya motherfucker boom

now ya fucking dead

[Bennie Franks]

I drop bombs like who say mad ass

verbal ammunition when I solve a blast ass I stash cash

assassination like Ras Kass

bitches and 10 hut

I'ma money making soldier cause I don't give no fuck

the world is mine

you stepping over gages grenades and land mines so hand mine

if you was around nigga you probably ban mine

off the loado watching out for the rorrow popping at the po po

99 brinks truck candy apple sitting on normols

them niggas don't wanna see us come up

so fuck them marks for the legit ballers for the world blow up

its ain't no sold off shit I'm still top of the mess

check Tom disrespect Tom teflon through his chest

and fuck em for T

I'm rolling in my candle camouflage

wing ding and white wands and now I ready to march

embark on this who trying to whip the lyrical arsonist

look learn and listen my baguette still glisten

my nine shines its 6 past 6 so bitches prime time

who in they write mine nigga trying to define rhyme

L-E-G-I-T ballers

give it up for them pistol pistol the knuckle street baller

come on

[chorus]

B-E double N I-E Franks

B-E double N I-E Franks

B-E double N I-E Franks

B-E double N I-E Franks

[chorus 2]

its a joint we completed niggas ballers boy

thats the money making soldiers bringing all the noise

ain't nothing on ya block but them vocaling toys

riding tinted out real straps hoes galore

[Bennie Franks]

now it don't get no deeper than this

mr. obysis come on my style with a twist

I'm out the midst

checking ya style is too close for coffinTwista - Bennie Franks - http://motolyrics.com/twista/bennie-franks-lyrics.html

put me to stand and nigga ya playing

If your all shit surrounding I'm abandoning

I strike back like heaven on

I'm on a spree taking out all niggas sounding like me like Andrew Cullonon

y'all can go to a reawrike guiness on a one road business

its a sin to swallow all the witness now I'm guilty by suspicion

I know this shit got ya mind twisted so who I make concern

tossing this shit like blind bitches touching ya ass getting burned (ahh)

212 of them degrees wrecking impostor emcee's chop em off at the knees

face to face with your enemy

I'm G.I. to C-H-I C-H yo heffa

fo fo go go blow em outta his a betta chose yo

the return of the funeral cage right

come on ya all do wanna do it to Tillman or a Ben Jagger

cause its that nigga from the 3-1-2 capital double L-L

bring the noise shit we bound to burn them boys

although he's a nice guy and when the drought is to em I brought em pain

come on rasta man tell em what the the thang hey

[chorus 1]

[chorus 2]

[Bennie Franks]

B-E double N I-E Franks

who want to come test me now think

the game is over its officially my time

you fuck around nigga and get ya label shut down

who them niggas try to diss and made a clip but they miss

y'all shouldn't a let me tangle legit ballers and twist

I axe ya wrist off (i ya ya)

who can I trust hits ya (i ya ya)

who can I bust I fiend for cash put beans on fast got singers as jack

I told ya save that shit for last

guard ya glamoura I'm fucking up opponents and challengers

shoulda charged ya stamina here comes the

watch me damage ya

we mash and bang with mask and thang

get jacked ya name reclaim the game and I'll blast ya fame

you say the war is on bring it I spare you

come back to my city nigga I dare you

[chorus 1]

[chorus 2 2x]

well you test my family I look here now motherfucker

you test Bennie and I told ya motherfucker boom

now ya fucking dead, they might not know

but that the news land done dadd you big bad bully frog you

Twista Bennie Franks