Ain't No Future In Yo' Frontin'

Ah yeah
 (Ya don't stop)
 Sound good to me
 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
 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
 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
 I'm the B, the r 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-y 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
 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)
 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, cuz
 There ain't no future in your frontin
 Hey man, let's start this party up, right?
 (Beat y'all)
 (Keep on)