| Look I knew this fella named Frank, who had bank from pulling maneuvers
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| No discrimination for feddy, this brother would do ya
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| His whole life he’d been broke, but he got tired of the feeling
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| Started indulging in drug dealing, wasn’t scared to be cap peeling
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| A soldier, before the wrong cars he boasted
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| Screaming give it up you gave it up, or else you got toasted
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| Kept his finger on the trigger, everytime he rode
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| Frank took out all the drug dealers, and had his hood sewed
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| Mafia menace to his community, his money was long
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| Wouldn’t let his partnas make no money, let alone sell stones
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| Flipping in the finest of cars, gator shoes and boots
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| Chinchilla furs him and her’s, double breasted blue suits
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| For him and his broad but where was God, not around his riches
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| Cause he quickly fell in a six foot ditch two deep, him and his Ms
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| The moral of the story, if you sew it I promise you’ll reap it
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| Greed ain’t nothing but a lesson, so listen up when I teach it
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| Greed, vanity, lust
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| The main three thangs, that’ll make you end up in the dust
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| It’s seven sins, that women and men commit 24/7
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| You better watch it or get 1−87, I’m trying to tell ya
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| Get out the mirror lil' mama, cause you look good enough
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| Already degraded your image, cause you the hood slut
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| Walking in and out of houses, jumping in and out of cars
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| Got too many boyfriends, thinking you love em from the heart
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| You just trying to get into they pockets, you’s a gold digger
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| Acting like you down like fo' flats, to get some mo' figgas
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| Steady throwing marriage in they face, to make em believe
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| Better not make nobody fall in love, cause they might make you bleed
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| Fake nails and fake hair, on down to your thighs
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| Ain’t nothing but a imitation, your whole life is a lie
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| You need to slow down, and get a grip on yourself
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| Before you catch something you can’t throw back, and H-I-V yourself
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| Your phone ain’t ringing, cause fellas see you losing weight
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| You ain’t even confident no more, look like you losing faith
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| Everyday the moral of the story, sew it and you’ll reap it
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| Vanity ain’t nothing but a lesson, listen up when I teach it
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| My man would of done, anything to get with Nancy
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| But she was vanitized, had to flip in something fancy
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| Just to get her attention, had to floss a piece and chain
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| When he scooped her up from her hood, in his candy red Range
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| Peep the game, now the way she talk and the way she walk
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| But he didn’t she had the power, to leave him outlined in chalk
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| But he was blind to the fact, he had to take her to his house
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| To switch up to his Cadillac, that’s a dumb ass move
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| Now she know where he live, dude ain’t nothing but a flunky
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| Steady exposing his riches, hoping he might get lucky
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| But luck is running out for dude, he capping too hard
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| Didn’t notice he was being followed, by a couple of cars
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| Straight to the Motel the Hotel, the Holiday Inn
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| She left the do' cracked open, so the jackers could come on in
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| The moral of the story, if you sew it yeah you’ll reap it
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| Lust ain’t nothing but a lesson, listen up while I teach it |