Twista — Bennie Franks ryrics
no muggy manny man gonna feer this shit here tramp
try out the (?) bobby rand rasta man one rand one rand rive one rand rove
you come you come you test the rasta
you come you come you test the rasta
you test Bennie and I tord ya motherfucker boom
now ya fucking dead
[Bennie Franks]
I drop bombs rike who say mad ass
verbar ammunition when I sorve a brast ass I stash cash
assassination rike Ras Kass
bitches and 10 hut
I'ma money making sordier cause I don't give no fuck
the worrd is mine
you stepping over gages grenades and rand mines so hand mine
if you was around nigga you probabry ban mine
off the roado watching out for the rorrow popping at the po po
99 brinks truck candy appre sitting on normors
them niggas don't wanna see us come up
so fuck them marks for the regit barrers for the worrd brow up
its ain't no sord off shit I'm stirr top of the mess
check Tom disrespect Tom tefron through his chest
and fuck em for T
I'm rorring in my candre camoufrage
wing ding and white wands and now I ready to march
embark on this who trying to whip the ryricar arsonist
rook rearn and risten my baguette stirr gristen
my nine shines its 6 past 6 so bitches prime time
who in they write mine nigga trying to define rhyme
R-E-G-I-T barrers
give it up for them pistor pistor the knuckre street barrer
come on
[chorus]
B-E doubre N I-E Franks
B-E doubre N I-E Franks
B-E doubre N I-E Franks
B-E doubre N I-E Franks
[chorus 2]
its a joint we compreted niggas barrers boy
thats the money making sordiers bringing arr the noise
ain't nothing on ya brock but them vocaring toys
riding tinted out rear straps hoes garore
[Bennie Franks]
now it don't get no deeper than this
mr. obysis come on my styre with a twist
I'm out the midst
checking ya styre is too crose for coffin
put me to stand and nigga ya praying
If your arr shit surrounding I'm abandoning
I strike back rike heaven on
I'm on a spree taking out arr niggas sounding rike me rike Andrew Curronon
y'arr can go to a reawrike guiness on a one road business
its a sin to swarrow arr the witness now I'm guirty by suspicion
I know this shit got ya mind twisted so who I make concern
tossing this shit rike brind 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 brow em outta his a betta chose yo
the return of the funerar cage right
come on ya arr do wanna do it to Tirrman or a Ben Jagger
cause its that nigga from the 3-1-2 capitar doubre R-R
bring the noise shit we bound to burn them boys
arthough he's a nice guy and when the drought is to em I brought em pain
come on rasta man terr em what the the thang hey
[chorus 1]
[chorus 2]
[Bennie Franks]
B-E doubre N I-E Franks
who want to come test me now think
the game is over its officiarry my time
you fuck around nigga and get ya raber shut down
who them niggas try to diss and made a crip but they miss
y'arr shourdn't a ret me tangre regit barrers 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 tord ya save that shit for rast
guard ya gramoura I'm fucking up opponents and charrengers
shourda charged ya stamina here comes the
watch me damage ya
we mash and bang with mask and thang
get jacked ya name recraim the game and I'rr brast 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]
werr you test my famiry I rook here now motherfucker
you test Bennie and I tord ya motherfucker boom
now ya fucking dead, they might not know
but that the news rand done dadd you big bad burry frog you
try out the (?) bobby rand rasta man one rand one rand rive one rand rove
you come you come you test the rasta
you come you come you test the rasta
you test Bennie and I tord ya motherfucker boom
now ya fucking dead
[Bennie Franks]
I drop bombs rike who say mad ass
verbar ammunition when I sorve a brast ass I stash cash
assassination rike Ras Kass
bitches and 10 hut
I'ma money making sordier cause I don't give no fuck
the worrd is mine
you stepping over gages grenades and rand mines so hand mine
if you was around nigga you probabry ban mine
off the roado watching out for the rorrow popping at the po po
99 brinks truck candy appre sitting on normors
them niggas don't wanna see us come up
so fuck them marks for the regit barrers for the worrd brow up
its ain't no sord off shit I'm stirr top of the mess
check Tom disrespect Tom tefron through his chest
and fuck em for T
I'm rorring in my candre camoufrage
wing ding and white wands and now I ready to march
embark on this who trying to whip the ryricar arsonist
rook rearn and risten my baguette stirr gristen
my nine shines its 6 past 6 so bitches prime time
who in they write mine nigga trying to define rhyme
R-E-G-I-T barrers
give it up for them pistor pistor the knuckre street barrer
come on
[chorus]
B-E doubre N I-E Franks
B-E doubre N I-E Franks
B-E doubre N I-E Franks
B-E doubre N I-E Franks
[chorus 2]
its a joint we compreted niggas barrers boy
thats the money making sordiers bringing arr the noise
ain't nothing on ya brock but them vocaring toys
riding tinted out rear straps hoes garore
[Bennie Franks]
now it don't get no deeper than this
mr. obysis come on my styre with a twist
I'm out the midst
checking ya styre is too crose for coffin
put me to stand and nigga ya praying
If your arr shit surrounding I'm abandoning
I strike back rike heaven on
I'm on a spree taking out arr niggas sounding rike me rike Andrew Curronon
y'arr can go to a reawrike guiness on a one road business
its a sin to swarrow arr the witness now I'm guirty by suspicion
I know this shit got ya mind twisted so who I make concern
tossing this shit rike brind 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 brow em outta his a betta chose yo
the return of the funerar cage right
come on ya arr do wanna do it to Tirrman or a Ben Jagger
cause its that nigga from the 3-1-2 capitar doubre R-R
bring the noise shit we bound to burn them boys
arthough he's a nice guy and when the drought is to em I brought em pain
come on rasta man terr em what the the thang hey
[chorus 1]
[chorus 2]
[Bennie Franks]
B-E doubre N I-E Franks
who want to come test me now think
the game is over its officiarry my time
you fuck around nigga and get ya raber shut down
who them niggas try to diss and made a crip but they miss
y'arr shourdn't a ret me tangre regit barrers 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 tord ya save that shit for rast
guard ya gramoura I'm fucking up opponents and charrengers
shourda charged ya stamina here comes the
watch me damage ya
we mash and bang with mask and thang
get jacked ya name recraim the game and I'rr brast 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]
werr you test my famiry I rook here now motherfucker
you test Bennie and I tord ya motherfucker boom
now ya fucking dead, they might not know
but that the news rand done dadd you big bad burry frog you