Ain't No Future in Yo' Frontin'
(To the beat ch'all) --> Flavor Flav Ah yeah (Ya don't stop) --> Flavor Flan Sound good to me [ VERSE 1: MC Breed ] This sound hard, somethin funky people gon' dance to Give the record a second and a chance to Hittin people like a scene of amazement While they slippin back my feet is planted in the pavement Crumble I can never do So now I'm lookin dead at you What are you gonna do? You listen to the knowledge of a scholar You say 'Hi Breed,' tell em how I holler I'm the E Double, and I proclaim my name Straight up good game, peeps all game I'm like a rhino runnin through the roughest pack They figure I'm a trigga-happy nigga, so they step back Breed, the microphonist Boot last the longest The noose's the strongest It ain't a game, that's plain to see You listen to the sounds of Breed (and the DFC) There ain't no future in your frontin [ VERSE 2: MC Breed ] I never got caught with a kilo And if you ever do, yo, it will never be with me, yo Servin in a Cherokee or maybe it's a GTO Black-on-black Benzo, I get it at [Name] Never have to worry bout my posse gettin jumped Cause if we ever do, yo TB, pop the trunk Cause we don't go for playin, when I play go grab a ball When I'm on the mic I ain't for playin, not at all Cause I clock 10 g's a week boomin at my peak Always seek E sober, but I do get geeked I can give you a job, a place to eat hearty Meet your homeboy Marty at a b.o.b. party Takin over, barkin like a dog named Rover (woof!) I'm pickin suckers like a four-leaf clover They're bitin lyrics on the mic, I diss these cobras So now they're sayin, "Eric Breed is gettin over" There ain't no future in your frontin Ha-ha-ha There ain't no future in your frontin [ VERSE 3: MC Breed ] I'm the be , the are to the double e-d and Down with my homie G-a-s and O.E. and Suckers causin static, cause they still be disagreein I don't give a - cause I'm from F-l-i-n-t'n A city where pity runs low If you ever shoot through my city, now you know Cause we are strictly business and we also got our pride And if you don't like it, I suggest you break wide Suckers steady lookin for the m-o-n-e-why and Thinkin that illegal is the best way, so they dyin I ain't got time to see a fiend fiend out To give up all his money, and he givin what he got That's the way I am, MC Breed cannot be different Never change my ways for the world or the government If I was the president, then I would state facts You leave it up to me, I paint the white house black It ain't no future in your frontin There ain't no future in your frontin [ VERSE 4: MC Breed ] Yeah, I got dollars in my pocket, not from rollin If I was a fiend, then my gold would be stolen Put my name Breed on everything I own And when I get my jeep I'm puttin 'Breed' on the chrome Shine it up good, kickin through my neighborhood Motorola phone, fat rims and a Kenwood Quick to get around it, and then i'll have it drop Simply cause I'm ridin people think I'm sellin rocks But ain't no future in your frontin Yo Flash man, drop that, man Won't you drop that (Keep on) (To the beat ch'all) [ VERSE 5: MC Breed ] Cruel to the rules of the world Live my life raw, cause I never liked the law Wear top tens, on my ass use jeans Sellin big 8ths and tit-for-tat to the fiends Clock much dollars, but I never break a sweat Time to move out, my posse sayin (bet) You got my back, and I got yours What time is it? Hm, Tear down the doors Man There ain't no future in your frontin Never was, 'cause There ain't no future in your frontin Hey man, let's start this party up, right? (Beat y'all) (Keep on)
Written by: ROGER TROUTMAN, MARSHALL JONES, LE ROY ROOSEVELT BONNER, RALPH MIDDLEBROOKS, GREGORY WEBSTER, CLARENCE SATCHELL, MARVIN PIERCE, WALTER MORRISON, NORMAN NAPIER
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