| For the freshest hardcore J Dilla shit
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| You ever gon' hear in yo' life baby
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| You know it is I, the boy Frank Nitt'
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| Pumps blowin, jewelry glowin on some Detroit shit
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| And you know about the spit the jewels ain’t got nuttin to do with that
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| Bring it back, I’ll beat up the track until it’s blue and black
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| It’s Detroit nigga, Jay Stay Paid
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| It’s hip-hop, but it’s more than graffiti gettin sprayed
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| So turn the strings up, and the bass too
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| It’s Frank Nitty, how you doin? |
| Nice to meet you
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| You niggas see through, like the moon roof
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| We switched to the four door from the old coupe
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| Yeah we upgrade, and Jay Stay Paid
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| We still movin forward on the plans that we made
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| So this is a warning, why you niggas yawnin?
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| We not the killer bees but we swarmin, nigga!
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| So turn the strings up, and the bass too
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| It’s Frank Nitty, how you doin? |
| Nice to meet you
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| And I’m that nigga you heard of, and word up
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| Frank 'n Dank nigga, you can fuck what you heard bruh
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| But hearin this you need to pay Jay Deezy
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| And I’m watchin y’all rats and niggas so cheesy
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| So please believe me, you can picture that
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| I know you thought we left, but we’ll be right back
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| So — turn the strings up, and the bass too
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| It’s Frank Nitty, how you doin? |
| Nice to meet you
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| You, and you, and you, yeah
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| Your boy Frank Nitty
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| F’n D, Frank 'n Dank, J Dilla
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| Forever, whatever
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| Yeah |