Twista - Bennie Franks lyrics

(feat. Bennie Franks) no muggy manny man gonna feel this sh** 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 motherf**er boom now ya f**ing dead [Bennie Franks] I drop bombs like who say mad a** verbal ammunition when I solve a blast a** I stash cash a**a**ination like Ras Ka** b**hes and 10 hut I'ma money making soldier cause I don't give no f** the world is mine you stepping over gages grenades and land mines so hand mine if you was around n***a 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 n***as don't wanna see us come up so f** them marks for the legit ballers for the world blow up its ain't no sold off sh** I'm still top of the mess check Tom disrespect Tom teflon through his chest and f** 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 b**hes prime time who in they write mine n***a 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 n***as 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 coffin put me to stand and n***a ya playing If your all sh** surrounding I'm abandoning I strike back like heaven on I'm on a spree taking out all n***as 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 sh** got ya mind twisted so who I make concern tossing this sh** like blind b**hes touching ya a** 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 n***a from the 3-1-2 capital double L-L bring the noise sh** 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 f** around n***a and get ya label shut down who them n***as 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 sh** for last guard ya glamoura I'm f**ing 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 n***a I dare you [chorus 1] [chorus 2 2x] well you test my family I look here now motherf**er you test Bennie and I told ya motherf**er boom now ya f**ing dead, they might not know but that the news land done dadd you big bad bully frog you