all, you?re my son You take the moon and I'll take the sun By the way if the revolution comes Please take my rifles, please take my guns A single 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
Translation: Frank Black. Bullet.
Translation: Crime Punishment In Suburbia soundtrack. Bullet [frank Black].
place 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
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
in June Start the summer off, floating wit the guts maroon +Ricky Schroder+ paint job, colored +Silver Spoon+ Boys in black guts, black paint, midnight coon Black
-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
under me Frank, I'm sorry you didn't get to see Your cell phone tape, hear yourself But to the motherfucka's who took Frank Williams aka Fast Black,
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
maggots in pork I'm dark and damp, enough to rush amps With the jaws of a flat bull or rusty can Danger, danger, danger, danger Danger, danger, danger
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
a split I'm a get my point across 'cause I'm the boss Walkin' with my mossed bird, double barrel sawed off pump With some soldiers behind me called the black
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
or ya' stuck When the choppers releasin Lettin' out them optimo demons screamin' red demon From the uptown region and I'm here to represent it Benz I'm spittin all black
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
