Karaoké Ain't No Future in Yo' Frontin' MC Breed & DFC

Aah yeah

Sounds 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 how 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

There ain't no future in your frontin'

I never got caught with a kilo

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

Servin' in a Cherokee or maybe it's a GO

Black-on-black Benzo

I get it at the Neo

Never have to worry 'bout my posse gettin' jumped

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

'Cos 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

'Cos I clock ten 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

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 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 'cos they still be disagreein'

I don't give a 'cos 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

'Cos 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

There ain't no future in your frontin'

Ha ha, 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 'cos I'm ridin' people think I'm sellin' rocks

But ain't no future in your frontin'

There ain't no future in your frontin'

Yo Flash man, drop that, man

Won't you drop that

Cruel to the rules of the world

Live my life raw 'cos

I never liked the law

Wear top tens on my ass use jeans

Sellin' big eighths and tit-for-tat to the fiends

Clock much dollars but I never break a sweat

Time to move out my posse sayin'

You got my back and I got yours

What time is it, hmm

Tear down the doors

Man, there ain't no future in your frontin'

Never was, 'cos

Uh

There ain't no future in your frontin'

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

Kick out their fefa dance