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Eric Breed (June 12, 1971 – November 22, 2008), better known as MC Breed, was an American rapper best known for his singles "Ain't No Future in Yo Frontin", which peaked at #66 on the Billboard Hot 100, and "Gotta Get Mine", featuring 2Pac, that made it to #6 on the Hot Rap Singles. more »

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Ashes to ashes Ashes to ash
Dust to dust Dust to dust
Love and lust Love and lust
Guns gone bust Guns gone bust

Ain't no love hurt Ain't no love hurt
No love lost No love lost
Ashes to ashes Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust Dust to dust

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Love and lust, guns bust no one's above us
If it's a must, I'd live my life without trust So be it, nobody gives a f*ck about us but us
I can see it big, problems and crits die If that's your steeze, I ain't got the cheese

That's why a child be sippin' no E's Smokin' L's by the bells, nigga Buddha prevails
Shoulda knew we niggas ain't got weed that smoke the tails
I ain't ballin', I'm poor, but I'm out to get more
SC400, like some homos F*ck the po-pos, get next to them hoes

And be legit, roll with it, click the stick But I'm just dreamin' till I get this shit
Schemes ain't magnificent, but in the default That's my love, in this game I see stuff
One and Mack, my truck From goin' through with dyin
I handle the dyin's in the gang You make a mess, we'll try to test it

Criminally insane, I've been tested, invested Quit the rest, arrest the ghosts
You best oppose, I let go of my foes They get open so they can close
Ashes to ashes Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust Dust to dust

Love and lust Love and lust
Guns gon' bust Guns gon' bust
Ain't no love No love
No love lost No love lost

Ashes to ashes Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust Dust to dust
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust Love and lust, guns bust
No one's above us And since I'm us, I live my life without trust

So be it, nobody gives a f*ck about us But us, I can see it, they gettin' minimized
But I maximize, king size, I let you know to analyze
Before you get caught up in some cops that leave their knots
Which come in strangulation and plots, but what you got

Cause if I need it, then right, I'm takin' it, man, I need lots
Cause I can see it, and so it's clearer No longer is it foggy in the mirror
Never have a fear of interference In the money-making process
And the worst way, reverse the paper What's up under that dress

But I feel his stress in these streets So you must hope he
Quick to react, counterattack, and swoop a nigga off his feet
What seems to be ain't always what it is Cause niggas is phony, and now they act like scrubs
Gold-plated thugs, they pay these drugs, it's the answer

But who's gonna run to your defense when the dirty dance up
Out the cage with the semi-auto tragedy breaker
Earrings get demolished when I polish my finger
But I squeeze, please, I need room to breathe These enemies ain't got enough tricks up they sleeve

Like Alexis Lantis, all cages in order I'm bout to bring the fuckin' slaughter to they chest
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, love and lust, cats gon' bust
Ain't no love, no love lost Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, yeah
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust Love and lust, guns bust, no one's above us

If it's a must, I live my life without trust So be it, nobody gives a f*ck about us
But us, I can see us smokin' trees Provokin' D's, but hoes rollin' in threes
Though my team stay deep with cream It still seems that I'm dreamin' of beams
The infrared all the way in my bread Bloodshed's the only way he stays dead

Comin' again, a bunch of you motherfuckers bringin' the ruckus
Three strikes for three stripes, stuck with the others
The haters love us, wantin' us to be confined In solitary environments, jealous cause we grind
Throwin' straws, ain't mine, flip scripts with old Vitality

You pick my salary, forget it, you didn't endow To be the reincarnation of a lost soul
I'm off the booze, high as stow, now I gotta get more
Resort to Ya-Yo, pretend to lay low, but really flossin
Ain't thinkin' well I gotta pay a whole, knowin' it's costin

The boss, when the cleric present, danger is near
I'm the stranger creepin' out from the rear
But f*ck about it, f*ck about it here

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