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Frank Black Bullet

after all you are my son You take the moon I'll take the sun And by the way if the revolution comes Please take my rifles take my guns A single bullet

Tulkojums: Crime sodu suburbia celiņu. Bullet [Frank Black].

Aisha, daddy's home baby Aisha, what's going on? Aisha, hmmm What is this? Hmmm} {Hello, hello! Yeah Francis Hello? Francis, it's me Frank Stop I'm on the phone, who is this? Frank

-5's I won't lie, homicide, gram will cry, pray for me that I won't die, suicide, I won't try, bullets fly, drive-by, don't let it slide, do

fuckin' screw-up 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

play at the Staples Center You might miss The Game so nigga don't blink My Phantom stand out like Frank Lucas' mink So go ahead and think, like Frank

come up on my tip servin' nothin' I'ma get to bustin' at you hoes You gotta go with the Calico And a baby 380 for playin' me shady Get a bullet to the

sober, I'm just another step closer Niggas'll ghost ya, found out these'll hurt ya I'm moralized street solider, I thought the streets told ya Play it frank

smokin' gon' catch up But some bitches just really don't give a fuck But some bitches just really don't give a fuck Now, let me be quite Frank 'cause