| [Z-Ro:] Look | |
| I knew this fella named | |
| Frank, who had bank from pulling maneuvers | |
| No discrimination for feddy, this brother would do ya | |
| His whole life he'd been broke, but he got tired of the feeling | |
| Started indodging and drug dealing, wasn't scared to be cap peeling | |
| A soldier, before the wrong cars he boasted | |
| Screaming give it up you gave it up, or else you got toasted | |
| Kept his finger on the trigger, everytime he rode | |
| Frank took out all the drug dealers, and had his hood sewed | |
| Mafia menace to his community, his money was long | |
| Wouldn't let his partnas make no money, let alone sell stones | |
| Flipping in the finest of cars, gator shoes and boots | |
| Chinchilla furs him and her's, double breasted blue suits | |
| For him and his broad but where was | |
| God, not around his riches | |
| Cause he quickly fell in a six foot ditch two deep, him and his | |
| Ms. The moral of the story, if you sew it | |
| I promise you'll reap it | |
| Greed ain't nothing but a lesson, so listen up when | |
| I teach it [Hook: x2] | |
| Greed, vanity, lust | |
| The main three thangs, that'll make you end up in the dust | |
| It's seven sins, that women and men commit 24/7 | |
| You better watch it or get 1-87, | |
| I'm trying to tell ya [Z-Ro:] | |
| Get out the mirror lil' mama, cause you look good enough | |
| Already degraded your image, cause you the hood slut | |
| Walking in and out of houses, jumping in and out of cars | |
| Got too many boyfriends, thinking you love em from the heart | |
| You just trying to get into they pockets, you's a gold digger | |
| Acting like you down like fo' flats, to get some mo' figgas | |
| Steady throwing marriage in they face, to make em believe | |
| Better not make nobody fall in love, cause they might make you bleed | |
| Fake nails and fake hair, on down to your thighs | |
| Ain't nothing but a imitation, your whole life is a lie | |
| You need to slow down, and get a grip on yourself | |
| Before you catch something you can't throw back, and | |
| H-I-V yourself | |
| Your phone ain't ringing, cause fellas see you losing weight | |
| You ain't even confident no more, look like you losing faith | |
| Everyday the moral of the story, sew it and you'll reap it | |
| Vanity ain't nothing but a lesson, listen up when | |
| I teach it [Hook x2] [Z-Ro:] | |
| My man would of done, anything to get with | |
| Nancy But she was vanitized, had to flip in something fancy | |
| Just to get her attention, had to floss a piece and chain | |
| When he scooped her up from her hood, in his candy red | |
| Range Peep the game, now the way she talk and the way she walk | |
| But he didn't she had the power, to leave him outlined in chalk | |
| But he was blind to the fact, he had to take her to his house | |
| To switch up to his | |
| Cadillac, that's a dumb ass move | |
| Now she know where he live, dude ain't nothing but a flunky | |
| Steady exposing his riches, hoping he might get lucky | |
| But luck is running out for dude, he capping too hard | |
| Didn't notice he was being followed, by a couple of cars | |
| Straight to the | |
| Motel the | |
| Hotel, the | |
| Holiday Inn | |
| She left the do' cracked open, so the jackers could come on in | |
| The moral of the story, if you sew it yeah you'll reap it | |
| Lust ain't nothing but a lesson, listen up while | |
| I teach it [Hook x2] |
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