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To the beat Ya'll |
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Ah yeah |
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(Ya don't stop) |
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Sound good to me |
| [00:09.94][ VERSE 1: MC Breed ] |
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This sound hard, somethin' funky people gon' dance to |
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Give the record a second and a chance to |
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Hittin' people like a scene of amazement |
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While they slippin' back, my feet is planted in the pavement |
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Crumble I can never do |
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So now I'm lookin' dead at you |
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What are you gonna do? |
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You listen to the knowledge of a scholar |
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You say "How Breed?" tell em how I holler |
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I'm the E Double, and I proclaim my name |
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Straight up good game, peeps all game |
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I'm like a rhino runnin' through the roughest pack |
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They figure I'm a trigga-happy nigga, so they step back |
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Breed, the microphonist |
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Boot last the longest |
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The noose's the strongest |
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It ain't a game, that's plain to see |
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You listen to the sounds of Breed (and the DFC) |
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There ain't no future in your frontin' |
| [00:53.52][ VERSE 2: MC Breed ] |
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I never got caught with a kilo |
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And if you ever do, yo, it will never be with me, yo |
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Servin' in a Cherokee or maybe it's a GTO |
| [01:03.90]Black-on-black Benzo, I get it at [Name] |
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Never have to worry bout my posse gettin' jumped |
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Cause if we ever do, yo TB, pop the trunk |
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Cause we don't go for playin', when I play go grab a ball |
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When I'm on the mic I ain't for playin', not at all |
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Cause I clock 10 g's a week boomin' at my peak |
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Always seek E sober, but I do get geeked |
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I can give you a job, a place to eat hearty |
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Meet your homeboy Marty at a b.o.b. party |
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Takin' over, barkin' like a dog named Rover (woof!) |
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I'm pickin' suckers like a four-leaf clover |
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They're bitin' lyrics on the mic, I diss these cobras |
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So now they're sayin', "Eric Breed is gettin' over" |
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There ain't no future in your frontin' |
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Ha-ha-ha |
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There ain't no future in your frontin' |
| [01:43.92][ VERSE 3: MC Breed ] |
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I'm the B, the r to the double e-d and |
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Down with my homie G-a-s and O.E. and |
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Suckers causin' static, cause they still be disagreein' |
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I don't give a - cause I'm from F-l-i-n-t'n |
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A city where pity runs low |
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If you ever shoot through my city, now you know |
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Cause we are strictly business and we also got our pride |
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And if you don't like it, I suggest you break wide |
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Suckers steady lookin' for the m-o-n-e-y and |
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Thinkin' that illegal is the best way, so they dyin' |
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I ain't got time to see a fiend fiend out |
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To give up all his money, and he givin' what he got |
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That's the way I am, MC Breed cannot be different |
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Never change my ways for the world or the government |
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If I was the president, then I would state facts |
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You leave it up to me, I paint the white house black |
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It ain't no future in your frontin' |
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There ain't no future in your frontin' |
| [02:30.91][ VERSE 4: MC Breed ] |
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Yeah, I got dollars in my pocket, not from rollin' |
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If I was a fiend, then my gold would be stolen |
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Put my name Breed on everything I own |
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And when I get my jeep I'm puttin' 'Breed' on the chrome |
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Shine it up good, kickin' through my neighborhood |
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Motorola phone, fat rims and a Kenwood |
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Quick to get around it, and then I'll have it drop |
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Simply cause I'm ridin' people think I'm sellin' rocks |
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But ain't no future in your frontin' |
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Yo Flash man, drop that, man |
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Won't you drop that |
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(Keep on) |
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(To the beat ch'all) |
| [03:08.35][ VERSE 5: MC Breed ] |
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Cruel to the rules of the world |
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Live my life raw, cause I never liked the law |
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Wear top tens, on my ass use jeans |
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Sellin' big 8ths and tit-for-tat to the fiends |
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Clock much dollars, but I never break a sweat |
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Time to move out, my posse sayin' (bet) |
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You got my back, and I got yours |
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What time is it? Hm, Tear down the doors |
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Man |
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There ain't no future in your frontin' |
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Never was, cuz |
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There ain't no future in your frontin' |
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Hey man, let's start this party up, right? |
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(Beat y'all) |
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(Keep on) |
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