"To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats throughout* Yeah, peace to MC Breed Def Squad, 2002, uh Aiyyo 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 Floored by Erick Sermon arrangement Frontin I can never do (uh-huh) So now I'm lookin dead at you, so what you gonna do? You checkin out the sounds of a scholar You say, "Hi E - tell 'em HOLLA, HOLLA!" I'm the E Double, and I proclaim my name Straight up big game, peep all gangs I'm like a rhino, stomp through the roughest pack They figure I'm a trigga happy nigga so they step back E, the microphonest Who last the longest and who the strongest? It's not a game, it's plain to see (ha) Check out the sounds of E, and the Squad of D "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 5X* Y'knahmsayin? Ain't no future in yo' frontin I never got caught with a kilo If you ever do, it would never be with me yo I ain't the one to be servin up a ki' yo I sell work, but it's more like sellin beats yo Yo - I never have to worry about me gettin jumped If I ever do, R-E-D, pop the trunk Me and my crew, got somethin for all y'all (uhh) When I'm on the mic, don't play at all I clock mad G's a week, boomin at my peak Everytime the E's asked to program a beat I put it down like this for everybody Then throw a Def Squad cool out party Takin over, barkin like a doggie named Rover (Woof!) I'm pickin suckers like a four-leaf clover They bitin lyrics on the mic cause they cobras Are they sayin E.D.'s? Cause ain't no future in yo' frontin "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 5X* Ain't no future in yo' frontin Yo, I'm the E, D-O-U-B-L-to the E and Down with my homey Keith, and the R-E-D and Niggaz talk shit cause we still be disagreein I don't give a FUCK cause I'm from N.Y.C. In the city, where pretty ones low If you ever shoot through my city NOW YOU KNOW We get biz, and we got pride If you don't feel this, then nigga break wide Cats be lookin, for the M-O-N-E-Y Livin illegal, is the way, so they die Cause I ain't got time, to see if things work out Things get hard I'm robbin no doubt That be the way, E.D. can not be different Never change the ways of the world of the government If I was the President, I'd stay fat Leave it up to me, I'd paint the White House black Ain't no future in yo' frontin "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 5X* Ain't no future in yo' frontin Yo, I got dough in my pocket, not from rollin If I was a fiend then my gold would be stolen Put my name E, on everything I own My Excursion truck, outlined in chrome Shined up good, ride through your neighborhood StarTec phone, fat rims, and the Kenwood Music kicked around and, can I have a drop? Just because I'm ridin people think I'm sellin rocks Ain't no future in yo' frontin "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 5X* Ain't no future in yo' frontin! Yo, I'm cool to the rules of the world Livin life raw, cause I never liked the law Wear top ten on my ass my own jeans Sell the game, tit for tat to the fiends Make much dough but never break a sweat Time to move out? My niggaz sayin BET You got my back and I got yours What time is it? Tear down the doors "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 3X* Ain't no future in yo' frontin "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 2X* Ain't no future in yo' frontin "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 2X* Ain't no future in yo' frontin "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 2X* Uhh, yo, combustible, uhh Uhh, yeah, huh, Def Squad Huh, PPP yeah uhh Funky Noble y'all, huh uh, Phillie addict uh Keith Murray word up uh-huh Uh-huh, yeah, Daytona y'all Uhh, uhh, Khari uh-uh Sy Scott, uh, what? How we do what? Uh, all day baby Def Squad, uh, uh peace to MC Breed Uh-huh, yo, uh-huh, yeah yeah Check it out y'all, uh

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Let's get 'em Happy Go! Y'all ain't about nothing Y'all ain't about nothing Y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin Y'all niggaz just hate, Y'all niggaz just hate Y'all fake, Y'all fake, Y'all fake, Y'all fake You ain't finna do nothing, you ain't finna do nothing Y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin Introducing to you now is the kid they love to hate But when you saying what you saying You just say it to my face Yeah you see him? (Yeah) You see him bow beat him down lean him down (lean him) Your breathing sound like you now layin down sleepin You be surrounded or found on the ground beaten You see him how he look now and he ain't found a reason My reason is that they won't have to persuade Me to have the courage to walk right up and say it to your face A faker never know he fake A hater never admit he hate By the time they figure it out is probably gon be too late (yeah) Grinning up your face is like you tryin to let me know That you ain't really happy how how I'm getting all this dough Let the truth be told tell me is your friend a foe Better make it clear or get mistaken for a hoe (Yeah) And then you take him to the floor I can't ignore it if you're talking But I hope that what you talking ain't about running up or robbing Walk around like everybody is the enemy Just for precaution (just for precaution) I get no surprised and have to see an early coffin Y'all ain't about nothing Y'all ain't about nothing Y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin Y'all niggaz just hate, Y'all niggaz just hate Y'all fake, Y'all fake, Y'all fake, Y'all fake You ain't finna do nothing, you ain't finna do nothing Y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin Introducing to you now is the kid they love to hate But when you saying what you saying You just say it to my face And what you smokin'. Your brain clouded yet the pine got your mind polluted You got some smarts in your mind hey it's time use it Your friends arrive talkin down on the loud music Them niggaz's lying plus them concept is gettin included How could they tell you, you was built to last You built like a boxing bag, put a whoopin on that ass See us approachin that set in motion in that hour glass Wrong words are built too fast, find your exit and dash Lookin for crabs in a bucket tryin criticize me (me) But they do it around them niggaz don't say it around me (me) And if they do us opposite how they feel about me (me) Turn my back and they relax and talk that lip behind me I see you a busta and I'mma bust ya in your lip Put some lipstick in my fist, throwin you a kiss Since I see that you a sucker, suck a gasoline dick Put it right up to your lip, put a lighter to the tip (boom!) Y'all ain't about nothing Y'all ain't about nothing Y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin Y'all niggaz just hate, Y'all niggaz just hate Y'all fake, Y'all fake, Y'all fake, Y'all fake You ain't finna do nothing, you ain't finna do nothing Y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin Introducing to you now is the kid they love to hate But when you saying what you saying You just say it to my face Where you from? (Where you from?) Act like you know I'm from the south We ain't playin, what you sayin? I can't hear you when you talk What you want? (What you want?) What you sayin out your mouth? We ain't playin, what you sayin? I can't hear you when you talk Where you from? (Where you from?) Act like you know I'm from the south We ain't playin, what you sayin? I can't hear you when you talk What you want? (What you want?) What you sayin out your mouth? We ain't playin, what you sayin? I can't hear you when you talk Y'all ain't about nothing Y'all ain't about nothing Y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin Y'all niggaz just hate, Y'all niggaz just hate Y'all fake, Y'all fake, Y'all fake, Y'all fake You ain't finna do nothing, you ain't finna do nothing Y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin Introducing to you now is the kid they love to hate But when you saying what you saying You just say it to my face

Yo J. where you at Run that back Niggas is dancin' In this fucking booth Too smoove Things that occurred None them intended Riding the wave like I'm Laird And it's, hurting your pride To see I've invented Energy in a few sentences Music my medicine It's not a drug That shit was heaven sent Flowing these particles Y'all screaming barnacles Fuck it go harder, yo Fuckin' up mixes It's Messi, no soccer though Over the head like this headline All you can see is my head, I Recently mmicked a trope I'm probably hitting the note 'Cus I got black in my soul Smoking this weed help me cope Summer; the lavender's coat Feel like a scavenger Roaches is all in my canister Want me a challenger Someone who's fancier Ooo Don't be frontin' Frontin' on a nigga like me Don't be frontin' Frontin' on a nigga like me Don't be frontin' Frontin' on a nigga like me Don't be frontin' Frontin' on a nigga like me Y'all are just wack Y'all are just Y'all are just Y'all are just Y'all are just wack Y'all are just wack Y'all are just Y'all are just Y'all are just Y'all are just wack Y'all are just wack Y'all are just Y'all are just Y'all are just Y'all are just wack Y'all are just wack Y'all are just Y'all are just Y'all are just Why should I smile your way Niggas would dub you If there ain't no smoke in the way Give 'em a shot with a chase 'Cus it's too dark Bitchin' but ain't even parched Ain't even learn how to bark Bearing a load Speaking in colorful code Dead every thought that you hold None of your business has sold Speak and behold Reasons I'm being this cold If we got beef I can reach higher degrees Promise that everything's dandy Warning you niggas It's Sandy If you exciting a storm Darkness will form Diss you then Grind in my dorm Fire and smoove is the norm Sprinkle a little decorum How can I bore 'em Damn it I cannot ignore 'em Y'all niggas wack Y'all niggas Y'all niggas Y'all niggas Y'all niggas wack Y'all niggas wack Y'all niggas Y'all niggas Y'all niggas Y'all niggas wack Y'all niggas wack Y'all are just Y'all are just Y'all are just Y'all are just wack Y'all are just wack Y'all are just Y'all are just Y'all are just Don't be frontin' Frontin' on a nigga like me Don't be frontin' Frontin' on a nigga like me Don't be frontin' Frontin' on a nigga like me Don't be frontin' Frontin' on a nigga like Ooo

Big city lights, big city name Where the only thing you know is the dope-dealing game Makin' that money just as fast as you can And this pride is yours in bein' a dopeman Rollin' big cars and carryin' big knots Niggas pushin' Benzes with the drop-tops Bitches all around, all over the place Eyes open wide for a sap to chase They just lookin' for a fool to pay the rent But bitch, you're dead wrong, you won't get a cent Girlies out there, they don't know my name MC Breed and that's me and that's one and the same I went from pushin' ki's of pure d caine To writin' Def lyrics for the Underground Slang Money bustin' out my socks The U-n-d-e-r-ground Punk, don't make a sound DFC comin' through like, move 'Cause ain't shit for my posse to prove Poppin' caps don't matter, brain cells scatter We head away on a 20 feet ladder Free as a bird, time to pass go The posse break out, and T's drivin' real slow Lights start flashin' all in my face Red said, "Fuck it," and began to race Went 20 miles up, ridin' through T looked at me, said, peep the gas tank To hell with it, pull on the side of the road "Get our of your jeep", man, you are cold I yelled out the roof, "Fuck you hoes" We paid 20 grand for bullet-proof windows 2 ounces of dope in my fix-a-flat 2 rounds of ammo for my personal gat Killed a 8 Ball, I'm ready to go The sounds of flashing nine made my blood flow Jumped on the roof and sprayed the beam light 20 dead cops who ain't nothin' nice People don't know us and they call us a gang But we fo' raw niggas from the Underground Slang The Underground Slang Man, cold 40s, man Lay back, you know 'm sayin'? Some of these girlies out there, you know 'm sayin'? The homie Red, you know 'm sayin'? Cash T, Technology, me MC Breed The whole DFC posse, you know 'm sayin'? Standin' for the 'Dope Force Connection Peace

Eh yo! creep with the t double-e from flint This crazy mother fucker that's always been Fuckin' up as i bust shots and lots of clips And, breakin' these niggaz down fo' they shit See, i give a fuck about a bitch, switch Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch Which, won't take too much time So this stupid mother fucker can't drop the dime I'm, back to the street (With what nigga) With gangster shit and dope beats T double-e's fin to get my cash on So i get my blast on Grab my clip and dash home So it's on in the city where i slide Forget about the troubles and get nine to five and get high Chillin' with the dfc And i got nineteen niggaz behind me Ready to get busy Who is he I'm making it plain So you stupid mother fuckers won't forget my name It's like, murder, murder, and movin' up on my hits And always keep a nine up on my side and fuck that bullshit Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch Peep, i'm representin' to you, snipin' My nigga tee don't give no fuck about a fight It's the one, two, three, ghetto life sound Boom, boom, boom, they all fall down Now here's a little story about a nigga on the run Never leaves the pound without packing a gun Paranoid, unemployed, but making bank Strapped, standing up on the corner slangin' dank It's the dfc, in the c-i-t, y F-l-i-n-t, i Take these niggaz on the warpath Poppin' em, stoppin' em, drop em in the bloodbath Niggaz got to clown So, every since i got back i've been puttin' it down And straight fuckin' up shit And it don't quit Now i'm the mother fucker tellin' you to get to dig beyyatch! This is fo the husler's yo Capone with the light skin, tone with the flow Here we go, check one, two with this Dick in yo mouth as we do it like this beyyatch! Straight bumpin' in the '68 chevrolet impala Bitches wanna follow, swallow Deez mother fucking nuts! Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) I'm starin' at the corner in my room at night I picks up the pen so i make my shit tight And i write, daily to keep my rhymes dope And big man's think that can hang when i quote Choke ho's as i cough those with lots of dick To, let 'em know i'm down fo my shit Yo ho, ass i might blast But first i want yo cash Then yo bitch, no switch What it is, twitch No i don't want yo bitch Cuz bitches ain't shit But mother fucking ho's and tricks Roll where the streets meet at Where hood meets hood, with bat 'n strap Ready to peel a cap and rat tat tat tat goes the nine In the c-i-t-y where i slide I break a mother fucker when i gots to With my glock too Many niggaz ball and make it hot To stop, and grab your cock and pop And do the wok We cop thirty six and slang dope on our block And keep a down bitch in yo corner And if you disrespect then fuck nigga you's a gonna Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)