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frank151 - baby blak freestyle ( lyrics

frank151 ft. baby blak – “baby blak freestyle (frank151 – that grown man)”
[produced by dj premier (original instrumental from ras k-ss – “goldyn chyld”)]

[hook: baby blak]
frank 1 for the trouble. 5 boroughs, ny
1 time for your mind once i get inside
check me in the mag, on the cover and sh-t
tell these half–ssed dudes they ain’t f-cking with this
frank 1 for the trouble. 5 boroughs, ny
1 time for your mind once i get inside
check me in the mag, on the cover and sh-t
tell these half–ssed dudes, yo (yo, tell ‘em, n-gga). haha

[verse 1: baby blak]
catch me rhyming to ash. you talk sh-t, i’ll break
my foot off of dudes like i’m don mcnabb
ain’t the one for talk. talk is dead, fallen on
deaf ears. i’ll only talk when i spark with dreads
where your head at? prank callers are beating their d-ck
i’m in a dancehall, repeating a diss
wouldn’t jump if the cd skipped. f-ck a blunt
we roll tree trunks wrapped up in tea leaves, b-tch
battle? you never ready for large. you dead as
a battery. i’m eveready, steady settle the charge
the focused posterchild smoke the miles
burning plastic bones ‘til they down to the roaches
whoever closest overdose on a verse
like limp bodies thrown in c0ke, [?] noses
comatose dope sh-t. quote this: f-ck the radio
f-ck the video too and f-ck your b-tch
i terrorize forever. it’s baby blak and nutri ent. too
ayyo, [?], the f-ck they gon’ do?
jake play the mix. spraying the spit, they can’t stop it
favorite sh-t: playing the kid, getting profits
i’m saying [?]. i’m caving your chin. we the topic
discussed by disgusted dudes. i see y’all watching
i give a f-ck. write it down, take a picture like chris tuck
either bring your chips up or keep your lips shut
page seven. full-cover, full-page fl1ck
i’m trying to be on some bill gates sh-t
nutri e-n-t., we ready and right
frank151, said we ready tonight to go:
1 for the trouble. 5 boroughs. wanted in
west p., jamaican states. we come, dumbing it
we the streets. get it confused? no means
first to bring it to you like the dro [?]

- frank151 lyrics

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