(feat. Bennie Franks)

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