Call blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies And fuck without rubbers (what) specialize in killin wives and grandmothers, who ya trustin, shit When Frank start bustin, Frank
talkin bout Willis?" The thrill is gone, the black Frank White is here to excite and throw dick to dykes Bitches I like em brainless Guns I like em stainless steel
the man Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand Damn, I hope it don't spill Nigga chill, shit is real cock back my steel Still runnin' from the
to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White And we got the workers
] They say a nigga lost his mind But in the scheme of things I never lost a rhyme The thin line between love and hatred I'm the black pill in the Matrix
a flatbull or rusty can [Partial Chorus] [Verse Two: Dreddy Krueger] I be the Bushwick dutchmaster rapper I love black women and I hate fuckin crackers
[Kool G Rap] I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six Living some bloodshed, her man is pushing bricks Crib way out in the sticks, they house
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin to turn into the black Frank White [
and muthafuck em [Li'l Fame] Knowmsayin? Li'l Fame up in this muthafucka Givin shoutouts to my man D/R Period [Name] Lazy Laz My man Broke Ass Moe The
(feat. Black Thought) [Slimkid3] Aiyo we got five minutes, man! Yo, yo Brown. Sup, man, we got five minutes Imani, let's go..Yo, Ro! Let's go.. [Bootie
you talkin bout Willis?" The thrill is gone, the black Frank White is here to excite and throw dick to dykes Bitches I like em brainless Guns I like em stainless steel