Ain't No Future In Yo' Frontin'

Sound good to me

This sound hard, something funky people gon' dance to

Give the record a second and a chance to

Hitting people like a scene of amazement

While they slipping back, my feet just planted in the pavement

Crumble, I can never do

So now I'm looking 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 running through the roughest pack

They figure I'm a trigga happy ****, so they step back

Breed, the microphonist

Boot last the longest

The noose's 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 yo' frontin'

I never got caught with a kilo

And if you ever do, yo, it will never be with me, yo

Serving in a Cherokee or maybe it's a GTO

Black-on-black Benzo, I get it at Milo

Never have to worry 'bout my posse getting jumped

'Cause if we ever do, yo TB, pop the trunk

'Cause we don't go for playing, when I play, go grab a ball

When I'm on the mic I ain't for playing, not at all

'Cause I clock 10 G's a week, booming 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

Taking over, barking like a dog named Rover

I'm picking suckers like a four-lead clover

They're biting lyrics on the mic, I diss these cobras

So now they're saying, Eric Breed is getting over

There ain't no future in yo' frontin'

Ha ha ha

There ain't no future in yo' frontin'

I'm the B, the R to the double-E-D and

Down with my homie G-A-S and O.E., and

Suckers causing static 'cause they still be disagreeing

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 strictly business and we also got our pride

And if you don't like it, I suggest you break wide

Suckers steady looking for the M-O-N-E-Y

Thinking that illegal is the best way, so they dying

I ain't got time to see a fiend fiend out

To give up all his money, and he giving 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 a president, then I would state facts

You leave it up to me, I paint the White House black

There ain't no future in yo' frontin'

There ain't no future in yo' frontin'

Yeah, I got dollars in my pocket, not from rolling

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 putting Breed on the chrome

Shine it up good, kicking through my neighborhood

Motorola phone, fat rims and a Kenwood

Quick to get around it, and then I'll have to drop

Simply 'cause I'm riding, people think I'm selling rocks

But there ain't no future in yo' frontin'

There ain't no future in yo' frontin'

Yo Flash, man, drop that, man

Won't you drop that?

Cruel to the rules of the world

Live my life raw 'cause I never liked the law

Wear top tens, on my ass, used jeans

Selling big eighths and tit-for-tat to the fiends

Clock much dollars, but I never break a sweat

Time to move out, my posse saying (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 yo' frontin'

Never was, cuz

There ain't no future in yo' frontin'

Hey man, let's start this party up, right?

Kick out that fat-fat dance