Stop Frontin' - Lyrics - Krs One

Title: Stop Frontin'
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Buddy Bernier, Ahmad Jamal, M Lliso, D Love, Lawrence Parker, Nat Simon

Lyric:
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin' and use your head
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin' and use your head

Bo, boom bye, bye, hip hop will never die
Despite the fact that I'm fly I'm never dry
You could beat me, cheat me, when you meet me try to defeat me
But nevertheless you'll have stress, 'cause I don't rest
You wanna know what my problem is, if you're curious?
I take this hip hop shit too serious
I forget that other rappers ain't true to this
So when they grab the mic I get hyped like let's do this

All my rhymes are fat, while rappers are skimpy, wimpy
So I simply chew they crew like a Blimpie
Skip me when you dissin', skip me when you on a ego mission
I blow up, like nitroglycerin, you better tune in to Teddy Ted

Yo stop frontin', and use your head
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin' and use your head
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin' and use your head

Well, if you ain't called it hip hop, there's a door, I ain't stoppin'
I got more flavors than Baskin Robbins
I flash the funky fresh flavors forcefully
Freak the phonies and flip philosophy constantly
That reminds me, rappers rock drip-drop
Not hip hop, they wanna sing and all dem ting
Thank God KRS is still rappin', all that, "Ooh I love you, baby"
And blink, blink, blink', this ain't happenin'

Yo this is curtains for these rappers that be frontin' on the next man
Lookin' down at brothers just because they gettin' checks and
Haven't got a skill but they're large on the hum-bum
You wanna step to Kid Capri, come, come, come
I break 'em up, just for actin' like a superstar
Around the way, we got a neighborhood trooper car
We ride by, and spray your crew, and your honies too
And rip you open and drink your blood like a Mountain Dew

I descend to lend a friend a helping hand
To stop a trend, again and again, and again, I just can't say when
I beg to confess my sins to other men
Reverends guard lips, within there I'll begin
I'll always win, over-sakin'
The party is ripped, without a hit or with a hit I'm rippin' shit
You must admit, I'll never quit the lyrics I flip
I'm tough like licorice, battlin' Kid Capri? It's ridiculous
We come to the party inconspicuous

Yo stop frontin' and use your head
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin' and use your head
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin' and use your head

Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin' and use your head
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin', yo stop frontin'
Yo stop frontin' and use your head

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Frontin - Lyrics - The Sound of Revenge - Chamillionaire

Title: Frontin
Album: The Sound of Revenge
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Nathan Perez, Hakeem Seriki

Lyric:
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? You see him bow beat him down lean him down
Your breathing sound like you now layin' down sleepin'
You be surrounded or found on the ground bleedin'
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

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

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
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
But they do it around them niggaz don't say it around me
And if they do us opposite how they feel about me
Turn my back and they relax and talk that lip behind me

I see you a busta and I'ma 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

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?
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 sayin' out your mouth?
We ain't playin', what you sayin'?
I can't hear you when you talk

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 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

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Keep Frontin' - Lyrics - You Can't See Me - John Cena

Title: Keep Frontin'
Album: You Can't See Me
Artist: John Cena
Composer(s): John Cena, Lamont Coleman, Freddy Foxxx, Marc Predka

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Lyric:
I should've been out, I'm de-de-deadly
(Yo)
When I pu-pu-pull the pin out, keep frontin'
I'm a try, try, try ya shit out
(Right now)
I knocked a lot, lot, lot, lot of men out
(I wanna teach all you MC's out there)

Keep frontin', I'ma try, try, try ya shit out
I knocked a lot, lot
(How to be)
I knocked a lot, lot, lot of men out
(Effective)
Keep frontin', keep frontin', keep frontin', keep frontin'
(Let's ride)

Do y'all know what time it is when everybody game
Is everybody else's hustle and everybody's shame
Is somebody else's blame, whatever I became
I did it with hot rhymes and a lung full of flame
I never refrain from loadin' up and takin' aim
Like chicks flows are different, I never come the same
My mic will be the dame, written or off the brain
I show up with my chest, pumpin' hard like Notre Dame

I lose then I regain, hustle is in the vein
I'm drinkin' protein shakes to muscle up the brain
In the black Chevy Suburban, sippin' champagne
With champagne, dick out doin' the damn thang
We movin' in the fast lane with them black thangs
On the way to the Bronx to do the ski-mask thang
I don't know what's so funny cause I ain't laughin'
The part is for a dead body, guess who's castin', castin'

I should've been out, I'm de-de-deadly
(Alright bro)
When I pu-pu-pull the pin out, keep frontin'
(I'm hearin' you)
I'm a try, try, try ya shit out
(I'ma see what I can do)
I knocked a lot, lot, lot, lot of men out
(See how I can rip it)

Keep frontin', I'ma try, try, try ya shit out
(And be)
I knocked a lot, lot
(Effective)
I knocked a lot, lot, lot of men out
Keep frontin', keep frontin'
(Follow this)
Keep frontin', keep frontin'

Cena spittin' with the bump, bump, bump for the Knux
Your whole crew gettin' dumped, dumped, dumped with the chumps
We rollin' like Donald Trump, Trump, Trump with the bucks
Your bitch-ass gettin' jump, jump, jumped cause you suck
Follow me, you stick around, 'round, 'round when it's hot
You claimin' that you down, down, down but you not
You try to offer me a pound, pound, pound you got
I can't wait to hear the sound, sound, sound of you shot

You hearin' me, it's time to show, show, show I got plans
That's all you brought you bettter go, go, go get your man's
A legal hustle, ain't no, no fuckin' with grams
Stash the heat 'cause I can throw it, throw it, throw it with my hands
I'm tellin' you on screen, screen, screen with these flicks
Catch me on the scene, scene, scene with three chicks
I fuck like a fiend, fiend, fiend with three dicks
Fuck a sixteen teen, teen I'm just sick

I should've been out, I'm de-de-deadly
(Yeah, what's good fellas)
When I pu-pu-pull the pin out, keep frontin'
(I'm feelin y'all man)
I'm a try, try, try ya shit out
(Most these cats)
I knocked a lot, lot, lot, lot out of men out
(Can't engineer, they career)

Keep frontin', I'ma try, try, try ya shit out
(Yeah, Trademarc)
I knocked a lot, lot
('Bout to)
I knocked a lot, lot, lot out of men out
(Bout to show y'all)
Keep frontin', keep frontin'
(How to be, effective)
Keep frontin', keep frontin'

My camou' colors dog, they be beige and brown
That shit was all love 'til you cowards came around
With the same ol' sound that's why your payroll down
That's how the game go now that's why you ain't gain ground
'Cause you stuck on then dog, you ain't on now
And that's how it's been baby 'cause you ain't know how
You move your pen lazy maybe or your beats don't pound
I move quicker than the word on the street go 'round

I write down every lesson that my peeps hold down
You let your heat go blaow if you ain't speak profound
I write sixteens down 'til I hit green now
Makin' up slang, ain't know what shit mean now
Trademarc, Marc Predka, jot the real name down
You can catch it on every marquee in town
Sayin' Trademarc, ain't nobody like you now
Probably sweatin' this track dog, go wipe your brow

I should've been out, I'm de-de-deadly
When I pu-pu-pull the pin out, keep frontin'
I'm a try, try, try ya shit out
I knocked a lot, lot, lot, lot of men out
Keep frontin', I'ma try, try, try ya shit out
I knocked a lot, lot
I knocked a lot, lot, lot of men out
Keep frontin', keep frontin', keep frontin', keep frontin'

I should h've been out, I'm de-de-deadly
When I pu-pu-pull the pin out, keep frontin'
I'm a try, try, try ya shit out
I knocked a lot, lot, lot, lot of men out
Keep frontin', I'ma try, try, try ya shit out
I knocked a lot, lot
I knocked a lot, lot, lot of men out
Keep frontin', keep frontin', keep frontin', keep frontin'

You see, that's all it takes
Is for a man to make an effort to be effective
And if you're not effective then you're defective
Haha haha

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It'S On - Lyrics - Dmx

Title: It'S On
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, Earl Simmons, Johnny Wilder, Ernesto Shaw

Lyric:
Ugh DMX
Clueminati
Is y'all motherfuckers ready for the Ruff Ride
Grrr

When I speak I'm understood, my decision is wood
I see what I'm able to see, 'cuz my vision is good
It's like I see through the eyes of a wise old man
So I chill, knowin' I can kill this guy's whole fam

Sometimes better to be thought dumb and remain silent
Than to open your mouth and remove all doubt 'cuz if it came violent
See I'm gonna give it to you straight, so you don't ask anymore
You don't really want what you asking me for

It's a war, and nigga, when it's on it's on
Doin' wrong till I'm gone and I ain't got long
(What)
But while I'm here, y'all niggaz gonna burn
Peep how I finished money and y'all niggaz gonna learn
(What)

All fucking week you've been talking about that drive-by
And ain't did nothing but drive by
Listen shorty I'm telling you this for your own good
Everybody is the man in they own hood, for real

Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone
Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone
Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

I always keep my enemies the closest
Always make sure I know where the toast is
Always cover my tracks when I creep
Always get away when I'm done to relax, shit is deep

I always know the rules of the game before I play
And always keep enough dough to know I'm good for the day
I always walk my dogs off the leash and
Always get my thoughts off the streets and

Always remember lend a hand then borrow
And always no matter what plan for tomorrow
I always pay my respects to the dead
I always take at least one blunt to the head

Now always know which bitches is gonna end up getting fucked
And always know which niggas is gonna end up getting stuck
I'm always strapped, I've always packed
I've always rapped, it's always that
Always black

Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone
Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone
Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Never try to knock off rock on the block that ain't yours
Never take a man's life 'cuz you hate yours
Never become so involved with something that it blinds you
Never forget where you from someone will remind you

Never take for granted what's been given as a gift
And never sleep on a nigga, less that nigga stiff
Never turn your back on a nigga you don't trust
Never turn your gat on a nigga and don't bust

Never expect to get away with the same shit, more than twice
Never forget you could get it too for a price
Never bring it to a nigga, if you scared to die
Never gonna do it nigga, if you scared to try

Never gonna be another day it gets dark, nigga
Never get it fucked up, that shit here, for the heart nigga
Never say never, 'cuz I never thought this clever thought never
Ever caught better, getting cheddar, with three letters, DMX

Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone
Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone
Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Uhh DMX
Clueminati
9-8
Ruff Ryder's, motherfucker

Y'all niggaz don't know, how it's gonna go, for real
It's dark and hell is hot
Y O motherfucker
School street

Home of the brave we all here baby
Mundo telemundo
Uh grrr
My niggas

D what?
Bitch
We all here baby
Uh
Gever [unverified], Gever [unverified], Gever [unverified]

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Z - Frontin - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Frontin
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams, Shawn Carter

Lyric:
Don't wanna sound full of myself or rude
But you ain't looking at no other dudes 'cause you love me
(I'm sorry but so sexy)
So you think about a chance
You find yourself trying to do my dance
Maybe 'cause you love me
(Uh, you do it well)

So then we tried, I think you need to slow down
Because you weren't used to how fast we touched
(Fast we touched)
Then we locked eyes and I knew I was in there
And I was gon' tear ya ass up
(Tear ya ass up)

I know that I'm carrying on, never mind if I'm showing off
I was just frontin
(You know I want ya, babe)
I'm ready to bet it all unless you don't care at all
But you know I want ya
(You should stop frontin, babe)

Trying to be the best girlfriend you could be
But still you sneak and look at me and girl I love it
Then you give your other girl a shove
Tell her you gon' calm her ass how it was
And she's gon' love it
(Whoa, oh, whoa, yeah, yeah)

So then we tried think we should slow down
Because you weren't used to how fast we touched
(Fast we touched)
Then we locked eyes and I knew I was in there
And I was gon' tear ya ass up
(Tear ya ass up)

I know that I'm carrying on, never mind if I'm showing off
I was just frontin
(You know I want ya, babe)
I'm ready to bet it all unless you don't care at all
But you know I want ya
(You should stop frontin, babe)

We got another one Pha-real, dance
I call you Pha-real 'cause you the truth
Young, Great Hov
Yeah, dance, lemme talk to 'em, I'ma keep it real

Every time your name was brought up
I would act all nonchalant in front of an audience
Like if you was just another shorty I put the naughty on
But truth be told, you do for a loop this hole

I'm too old to be frontin when I'm feeling Denzel
And you acting like you ain't appealing when you are
Stunting like you ain't my only girl when you are
(I was just frontin)
I'm ready to stop when you are

I know that I'm carrying on, never mind if I'm showing off
I was just frontin
(You know I want ya, babe)
I'm ready to bet it all unless you don't care at all
But you know I want ya
(You should stop frontin, babe)

Come on, dance, dance
You like dis for real, thank you, baby
Look, I'm leaving now, I'll see you later
I'ma sneak through your window, bye

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Buttons - Lyrics - PCD - Pussycat Dolls

Title: Buttons
Album: PCD
Artist: Pussycat Dolls
Composer(s): Jamal Jones, Jason Perry, Nicole Scherzinger, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons babe
But you keep frontin'
Sayin' what you gon' do to me
But I ain't seen nuttin'

I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons babe
But you keep frontin'
Sayin' what you gon' do to me
But I ain't seen nuttin'

Typical and hardly
The type I fall for
I like it when the physical
Don't leave me askin' for more

I'm a sexy mama
Who knows just how to get what I wanna
What I wanna do is bring this on ya
Back up all the things that I told ya

You've been sayin'
All the right things all night long
But I can't seem to get you over here
To help take this off

Baby can't you see
How these clothes are fittin' on me
And the heat comin' from this beat?
I'm about to blow, I don't think you know

I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons babe
But you keep frontin'
Sayin' what you gon' do to me
But I ain't seen nuttin'

I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons babe
But you keep frontin'
Sayin' what you gon' do to me
But I ain't seen nuttin'

You say you're a big boy
But I can't agree
'Cuz the love you said you had
Ain't been put on me

I wonder if I'm just too much for you
Wonder if my kiss don't make you just
Wonder what I got next for you, what you wanna do?

Take a chance to recognize
That this could be yours
I can see just like most guys
That your game don't please

Baby can't you see
How these clothes are fittin' on me
And the heat comin' from this beat?
I'm about to blow, I don't think you know

I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons babe
But you keep frontin'
Sayin' what you gon' do to me
But I ain't seen nuttin'

I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons babe
But you keep frontin'
Sayin' what you gon' do to me
But I ain't seen nuttin'

Come on baby loosen up my buttons babe
(Loosen up my buttons babe)
Baby won't you loosen up my buttons babe?
(Loosen up my buttons babe)
Come on baby loosen up my buttons babe
(Loosen up my buttons babe)
Baby won't you loosen up my buttons babe?
(Loosen up my buttons babe)

I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons babe
But you keep frontin'
Sayin' what you gon' do to me
But I ain't seen nuttin'

I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons babe
But you keep frontin'
Sayin' what you gon' do to me
But I ain't seen nuttin'

I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons babe
But you keep frontin'
Sayin' what you gon' do to me
But I ain't seen nuttin'

I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons babe
But you keep frontin'
Sayin' what you gon' do to me
But I ain't seen nuttin'

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Z - Frontin' (Dancehall Remix) - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Frontin' (Dancehall Remix)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams, Shawn Carter

Lyric:
Don't wanna sound full of myself or rude
But you ain't looking at no other dudes 'cause you love me
(I'm sorry but so sexy)
So you think about a chance
You find yourself trying to do my dance
Maybe 'cause you love me
(Uh, you do it well)

So then we tried, I think you need to slow down
Because you weren't used to how fast we touched
(Fast we touched)
Then we locked eyes and I knew I was in there
And I was gon' tear ya ass up
(Tear ya ass up)

I know that I'm carrying on, never mind if I'm showing off
I was just frontin
(You know I want ya, babe)
I'm ready to bet it all unless you don't care at all
But you know I want ya
(You should stop frontin, babe)

Trying to be the best girlfriend you could be
But still you sneak and look at me and girl I love it
Then you give your other girl a shove
Tell her you gon' calm her ass how it was
And she's gon' love it
(Whoa, oh, whoa, yeah, yeah)

So then we tried think we should slow down
Because you weren't used to how fast we touched
(Fast we touched)
Then we locked eyes and I knew I was in there
And I was gon' tear ya ass up
(Tear ya ass up)

I know that I'm carrying on, never mind if I'm showing off
I was just frontin
(You know I want ya, babe)
I'm ready to bet it all unless you don't care at all
But you know I want ya
(You should stop frontin, babe)

We got another one Pha-real, dance
I call you Pha-real 'cause you the truth
Young, Great Hov
Yeah, dance, lemme talk to 'em, I'ma keep it real

Every time your name was brought up
I would act all nonchalant in front of an audience
Like if you was just another shorty I put the naughty on
But truth be told, you do for a loop this hole

I'm too old to be frontin when I'm feeling Denzel
And you acting like you ain't appealing when you are
Stunting like you ain't my only girl when you are
(I was just frontin)
I'm ready to stop when you are

I know that I'm carrying on, never mind if I'm showing off
I was just frontin
(You know I want ya, babe)
I'm ready to bet it all unless you don't care at all
But you know I want ya
(You should stop frontin, babe)

Come on, dance, dance
You like dis for real, thank you, baby
Look, I'm leaving now, I'll see you later
I'ma sneak through your window, bye

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Don'T Mean Nuthin' - Lyrics - Sheek Louch

Title: Don'T Mean Nuthin'
Artist: Sheek Louch
Composer(s): D Edwards, D English, O Harris, Loren Lunnon, R Street, O Williams, Sean Jacobs

Lyric:
Yeah
Uh Huh, D Block
D Block, You with me Louch?
You know it my nigga
Yeah I know
Yeah
You know why we do this right?
Why's that dog?
Make these niggaz feel us all the time, everytime
Walk wit' us
Are we the best or what?
Who the fuck else

Yo, we do nothin', we are nothin'
I ain't pullin' my blade if I won't scar nothin'
I ain't pullin' my gun if I won't shoot shit, that's useless
I'll kill ya whole family, that's ruthless, you could die nigga
I ain't droppin a tear, I ain't thinkin twice nigga, you ain't my nigga
I don't smoke with you, drink with you, eat with you
I got a problem with you, I'mma let the heat whistle
This is real shit, nigga I peel shit

I'm harder than concrete and steel mixed
I wanna kill niggaz
You think it's part of the verse, it's part of the curse
And I don't really feel niggaz
They say stop the violence, but I gotta join in it
I'm in the hooptie with 3 Ki's a boy in it
This is pay day, fuck what they say
D Block, grab your handguns and A-K's

Bang that shit off, clap that kid up
Stomp that kid out, don't let him get up
Any block frontin', gon' wet that shit up
It don't mean nuthin' to me, to me

Bang that shit off, clap that kid up
Stomp that kid out, don't let him get up
Any block frontin', gon' wet that shit up
It don't mean nothin' to me, to me

Ayo, ayo, yo it's the baby faced gangster, product of my enviornment
Hoodied up, stickin' your grandfather for his retirement
Talkin' super hard when I know that you bitch-made
Stab ya ass in the espohigus with a switchblade
Take it out and straight saw off your ribcage
Pour gasoline on the matress where your kids lay
J Hood, D Block, respect the name and the click
Whoever ain't feelin' this song could suck my dick

Garbage bag around your brother head, smother him out
To make sure he don't survive, nigga, I'm snubbin' him out
Make you drink a bottle of Chlorox, hit you with four shots
They can't determine the 'cause of your death in your autops'
You scared? Don't come outside, the streets is serious
My ribs touchin', I'm starvin', trigger happy, and furious
We could do it whenever, wherever, nigga set a date
Remember to ask the doc if he could replace your face

Bang that shit off, clap that kid up
Stomp that kid out, don't let him get up
Any block frontin', gon' wet that shit up
It don't mean nothin' to me, to me

Bang that shit off, clap that kid up
Stomp that kid out, don't let him get up
Any block frontin', gon' wet that shit up
It don't mean nothin' to me, to me

Ayo, kill one of mine, I'mma kill one of yours
It ain't bitin' for base, but they still want it raw
Y'all niggaz think y'all do dirt, we do it more
My man turned 14 shirts into a store
Now you could get it from us, we got enough of it
The dead president dope Chris Tucker was fuckin' with
There's 2 things, ether the jail or the cemetary
Hammers and the Hawks is on the itinorary

Anywhere, any block, clap any iron
And beat niggaz 'til you can't identify 'em
D Block my nigga
To the niggaz on cure perscription and Ki-lock my nigga
What, it don't mean nuthin'
And you got the rights to bang a nigga wherever you want if he frontin'
We done starved together and burned some scriller
Now we doin' it again, it's your turn gorilla

Bang that shit off, clap that kid up
Stomp that kid out, don't let him get up
Any block frontin', gon' wet that shit up
It don't mean nuthin' to me, to me

Bang that shit off, clap that kid up
Stomp that kid out, don't let him get up
Any block frontin', gon' wet that shit up
It don't mean nuthin' to me, to me

Uh, you want it with who?
You can't be talkin' to Louch or none of his crew
We poppin' you quick, put big knives in you, bitch, get off our dick
White Air's and white T's get filthy quick
And we ain't caughin' or sneezin', but the camp is sick
Uh, stop frontin', y'all don't wanna pull triggers
Lifetime, sex In the city ass niggaz
Spit it for the hood and the gritty ass niggaz

Put big scars on the pretty ass niggaz
I'll pull up wit' a hooptie at a black tie affair
And smack the fuck out a boozie nigga like a bear
Crime don't pay, who the fuck said that?
How much you think I'm gettin' for his chain, where my gat?
Nigga act up, I'll let it rip in his back
You know who it is from coast to coast
Thug niggaz keep clappin' ya toast, what up?

Bang that shit off, clap that kid up
Stomp that kid out, don't let him get up
Any block frontin', gon' wet that shit up
It don't mean nuthin' to me, to me

Bang that shit off, clap that kid up
Stomp that kid out, don't let him get up
Any block frontin', gon' wet that shit up
It don't mean nuthin' to me, to me

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It'S On - Lyrics - Dj Clue

Title: It'S On
Artist: Dj Clue
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, Earl Simmons, Johnny Wilder, Ernesto Shaw

Lyric:
Ugh Dmx
Clueminati
Is y'all motherfuckers ready for the Ruff Ride
Grrrrr

When I speak I'm understood, my decision is wood
I see what I'm able to see, (ugh) 'cause my vision is good
It's like I see through the eyes of a wise old man
So I chill, knowin I can kill this guy's whole fam
Sometimes better to be thought dumb and remain silent
Than to open your mouth and remove all doubt 'cause if it came violent
See I'm gonna give it to you straight, so you don't ask anymore
You don't really want what you asking me for
It's a war (ugh), and nigga, when it's on it's on
Doin' wrong (what) till I'm gone and I ain't got long
But while I'm here, (ugh) ya'll niggaz gonna burn
Peep how I finished money (what) and y'all niggaz gonna learn
All fucking week you've been talking about that drive-by
And ain't did nothing but drive by
Listen shorty I'm telling you this for your own good
(Uhh) Everybody is the man in they own hood, for real

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

I always keep my enemies the closest (uhh)
Always make sure I know where the toast is (uhh)
Always cover my tracks when I creep
Always get away when I'm done to relax, shit is deep
I always know the rules of the game before I play
And always keep enough dough to know I'm good for the day
I always walk my dogs off the leash and
Always get my thoughts off the streets and
Always remember lend a hand then borrow
And always no matter what plan for tomorrow
I always pay my respects to the dead
I always take at least one blunt to the head
Now always know which bitches is gonna end up getting fucked
And always know which niggas is gonna end up getting stuck
I'm always strappedI've always packed
I've always rappedit's always that
Always black

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Never try to knock off rock on the block that ain't yours
Never take a man's life 'cause you hate yours
Never become so involved with something that it blinds you
Never forget where you from someone will remind you
Never take for granted what's been given as a gift
And never sleep on a nigga, less that nigga stiff
Never turn your back on a nigga you don't trust
Never turn your gat on a nigga and don't bust
Never expect to get away with the same shit -- more than twice
Never forget you could get it too for a price
Never bring it to a nigga, if you scared to die
Never gonna do it nigga, if you scared to try
Never gonna be another day it gets dark, nigga

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Lick Shots - Lyrics - Miss E ...So Addictive - Missy Elliott

Title: Lick Shots
Album: Miss E ...So Addictive
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott

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Lyric:
Ugh, ay yo Timberland, see what they don't understand
Is we about to flip our whole style on 'em for two double zero one, one
And for those of you who hated, you only made us more creative
Misdemeanor ugh

You don't wanna speak my name
Mess around get that ass blown away
Fool gone away
I didn't even like your tail anyway
Missy got somethin' to say
I ride down the block in an escalade
Bling, bling all in your face
I think you might need to put on your shades

I know you feel me tho
You hatin' on me, but you hear me tho
Twenty inch rims sittin' crazy low
I'm a keep the party live
Me and Timberland gonna flip it tonight
Keep yo hands in the sky
Wave 'em round like your crazy high

Time to lick shots, time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'
Time to lick shots, time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'

You know who I be
You mammy tell you not to fuck wit me
If I give you head, you'll never leave
Stop sweatin' me
Flip it on the black hand side
Look it here boy, don't you even try it
Make me dislocate your spine
My rings put your shine like turpentine

What you comin' around hang out fo?
Baby him know, you just want my dough
Get cha black ass on the flo
Fool touch me, that's a no no
Mr. DJ won't you play that song
Tell the freaks shake they nasty thongs
Hey boys won't you sing along
'Cause we gone rock the party til' the early morn

Time to lick shots, time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'
Time to lick shots, time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'

Y'all don't hear me
Hot
You got your guns but you don't scare me
Originality is leary, my only style and I ain't sharin'
Back up, back up, easy now
Hey Y'all
Hot

Let's turn it up and tear the club down
Grab your drinks and give me two rounds
I'll break you off I'm goin' down down
Watch yourself, I'm about to turn it up

Time to lick shots, time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'
Time to lick shots, time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'

Listen, listen
Time to lick shots, time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'
Time to lick shots, time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'

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Frontin' - Lyrics - Twentysomething - Jamie Cullum

Title: Frontin'
Album: Twentysomething
Artist: Jamie Cullum
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Don't wanna sound full of myself or rude
But you ain't looking at no other dudes 'cause you love me
So you think about a chance
You find yourself trying to do my dance
Maybe 'cause you love me

So then we tried, we had to slow down
Because you weren't used to how fast we touched
The we locked eyes and I knew I was in there
And I was gon' tear ya ass up

I know that I'm carrying on, never mind if I'm showing off
I was just frontin'
(You know I want ya, babe)
I'm ready to bet it all, unless you don't care at all
But you know I want ya
(You should stop frontin' babe babe, yeah yeah yeah)

Trying to be the best girlfriend you could be
But still you sneak and look at me and, girl, I love it
Then you give your other girl a shove
Tell her you gon' palm her ass like it was
And she's gon' love it

So then we tried, gotta slow down
Because you weren't used to how fast we touched
Then we locked eyes and I knew I was in there
And I was gon' tear ya ass up

I know that I'm carrying on, never mind if I'm showing off
I was just frontin'
(You know I want ya, babe)
I'm ready to bet it all, unless you don't care at all
But you know I want ya
(You should stop frontin' babe, babe, yeah yeah yeah)

I know that I'm carrying on, never mind if I'm showing off
I was just frontin'
(You know I want ya, babe)
I'm ready to bet it all, unless you don't care at all
But you know I want ya
(You should stop frontin' babe, babe, yeah yeah yeah)

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On My Dick - Lyrics - The Real Testament - Plies

Title: On My Dick
Album: The Real Testament
Artist: Plies
Composer(s): Algernod L Washington

Lyric:
Bra if yo cash ain't right, right now dawg
Shit just fucked up right now dawg you done took
A lost when a bitch don't wanna give you nothin'
Dawg tellin' you dawg, you can make somethin' happen

My money lookin' funny nigga, just makin' it barely
Shit ain't how it use to be nigga, ain't frontin' the package
Gotta choke me a bitch outta somethin' I gotta have it
I'm on my dick dawg, I gotta make somethin' happen

My money lookin' funny nigga, just makin' it barely
Shit ain't how it use to be nigga, ain't frontin' the package
Gotta choke me a bitch outta somethin' I gotta have it
I'm on my dick dawg, I gotta make somethin' happen

When a nigga money fucked up it's hard for him to think straight
Seem like a nigga life in park when he ain't got cake
First thing that cross a bitch mind she gotta take
You can stay broke forever or you can make a shape

'Cause when you broke bitch talk to you any kinda way
You on ya dick bitch don't wanna here shit you gotta say
If you ain't built for this street shit then get out the way
'Cause when a nigga broke everybody's fuckin' prayin'

You either get money out there or you fuckin' hate
You think a nigga gone give you somethin' then keep waitin'
You better suck up yo motherfuckin' pride and chase it
'Cause when a nigga broke he ain't pose to have patients

My money lookin' funny nigga, just makin' it barely
Shit ain't how it use to be nigga, ain't frontin' the package
Gotta choke me a bitch outta somethin' I gotta have it
I'm on my dick dawg, I gotta make somethin' happen

My money lookin' funny nigga, just makin' it barely
Shit ain't how it use to be nigga, ain't frontin' the package
Gotta choke me a bitch outta somethin' I gotta have it
I'm on my dick dawg, I gotta make somethin' happen

I don't know if God tryin' to punish me or my luck just bad
I don't know which one of 'em it is but I need some fuckin' cash
I rather be in prison broke then out here without a stash
They say when it rains it pour then how will it last?

Before I let it rain on me I'm a let a bitch crash
With all black on chine five and ski mask
The streets judge off what you got not what you had
I took a lost and it hurt me fucked me up bad

It ain't no feelin' in the world like losin' ya last
I ain't got no choice I'm fucked up gotta bounce back
Seems like it take forever to get to get it but you can loose it fast
I rather a motherfucker visit me, sittin' behind a glass

My money lookin' funny nigga, just makin' it barely
Shit ain't how it use to be nigga, ain't frontin' the package
Gotta choke me a bitch outta somethin' I gotta have it
I'm on my dick dawg, I gotta make somethin' happen

My money lookin' funny nigga, just makin' it barely
Shit ain't how it use to be nigga, ain't frontin' the package
Gotta choke me a bitch outta somethin' I gotta have it
I'm on my dick dawg, I gotta make somethin' happen

The nigga that invented robbin' I bet he was broke
'Cause when you fucked up out here it ain't no fuckin' joke
And all bets off when a nigga money low
A nigga willin' to take chances he neva took before

And willin' to cross a motherfuckin' for the love of the dough
I can't fault nigga 'cause I done did that shit before
If you gone take it just be ready to play it how it go
It's every nigga for self this shit cut throat

I bet I past me a nigga for he past me tho
For every nigga ballin' it's a hundred niggas huntin'
I don't know if he told but these young niggas thuggin'
So why you outta ballin' it's some niggas ridin' lucky

My money lookin' funny nigga, just makin' it barely
Shit ain't how it use to be nigga, ain't frontin' the package
Gotta choke me a bitch outta somethin' I gotta have it
I'm on my dick dawg, I gotta make somethin' happen

My money lookin' funny nigga, just makin' it barely
Shit ain't how it use to be nigga, ain't frontin' the package
Gotta choke me a bitch outta somethin' I gotta have it
I'm on my dick dawg, I gotta make somethin' happen

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Why Can'T We? - Lyrics - Dalvin Degrate

Title: Why Can'T We?
Artist: Dalvin Degrate
Composer(s): Kevin Scott, Steven Jordan, Dalvin Degrate

Lyric:
Gave you all my soul then
What, what, what?
Say what? Sing

If you gave me all your heart
And I gave you all my soul
Then why can't we be happy?
Good lovin' no frontin'
Come on baby show me something
Why can't we just be happy, oh girl?

Such a sticky situation
Your girlfriends say
I am not for you
Girl, you are the object of affection
No matter what they say
I'm gonna run to you

Here's an open invitation
Trip around the world
I'll make you my girl
There will be no hesitation
My love is waiting
So tell me what you gon' do?

If you gave me all your heart
And I gave you all my soul
Then why can't we be happy?
Good lovin' no frontin'
Come on baby show me something
Why can't we just be happy, oh girl?

If you gave me all your heart
And I gave you all my soul
Then why can't we be happy?
Good lovin' no frontin'
Come on baby show me something
Why can't we just be happy, oh girl?

Girl, I just wanted to let you know
How much you turn me on
Boo, I feel you strong, uh
You're body is my inspiration
What I would do for you
Honey you have no clue

Ever since the day I met you
You stayed on my mind
Damn you are so fine
So come on now just meet with all your love
I swear, I'll set you free
From all your misery

If you gave me all your heart
And I gave you all my soul
Then why can't we be happy?
Good lovin' no frontin'
Come on baby show me something
Why can't we just be happy, oh girl?

If you gave me all your heart
And I gave you all my soul
Then why can't we be happy?
Good lovin' no frontin'
Come on baby show me something
Why can't we just be happy, oh girl?

If you gave me all your heart
And I gave you all my soul
Then why can't we be happy?
Good lovin' no frontin'
Come on baby show me something
Why can't we just be happy, oh girl?

Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Danger zone, danger zone
Uh, uh, uh, uh yeah
Just bounce, just bounce
Just bounce, just bounce

If you gave me all your heart
And I gave you all my soul
Then why can't we be happy?
Good lovin' no frontin'
Come on baby show me something
Why can't we just be happy, oh girl?

If you gave me all your heart
And I gave you all my soul
Then why can't we?

Ay, yo, I don't think you heard me baby
But just in case here's something
To keep it real for ya
Why don't you let me know?
I need to know
Just let me know

I need it now
Whoa let me know
I need your love
Why don't you let me know?
Ooh, wee, baby now, why?

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The Pay Back - Lyrics - Az

Title: The Pay Back
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Anthony Cruz, Jean Louis Pudour, Andrew Hale, Calvin Jones, Helen Folasade Adu, Stuart Matthewman

Lyric:
Yeah son, I know you can hear me man
Shit been crazy in the hood since that happen
But I found out the cat that did that, word to minds
I'ma see him in a minute son, it's on

I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots you cop at
Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
Watch that, know where your moms shop at
Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back

Fuck off if you[Incomprehensible] back
That's what you get when you borrow shit and never pay back
So nigga say that frontin' like you can't lay flat
You a rat plus you started this beef from way back

Cats you sip wit, even feel you on some flipped shit
Thought I was twisted, beat that, been home since Christmas
Got the word where your bird live out in L.I.
From this next bitched named Trista sell lye in Bed Stuy

So nigga what now? Got the whole game fucked now
Who you trust now? See you tinted up your truck now
No need to back track, next time know who you blast at
For gettin' black clapped, got your cousin killed and nap napped

Now the streets know, nuttin' left for us to keep low
Never sleep though, on point and make a nigga reach low
Up in Brooke Dale, heard my little man took 12
Jagged hook shells, doctors claim he don't look well

Left his mom stressed, now it's time to bomb the projects
Teflon vest, four pounds could make your palm sweat
Put the word out, so vexed I even curse your bird out
She don't deserve clout, flippin' wit the cotton herb mouth

On Pottemscott, me and Wop, nickel gats cocked
The way we popped uo so shocked, niggas made our backs rock
Broad daylight, y'all hustle fake, and don't play right
Holdin' shit wit broken clips that spit, but don't spray right

Clothes, cars and ice, hard to remember starvin' nights
Niggas startin' fights, Narcs in the dark, cold cloggin' pipes
Starvin' wifes, used to buy weight at bargain price
Now we scarred for life, clog is desolvin', slowly outta sight

All illin', navigatin' four wheelin'
Alcohol spillin', marinatin' on your killin'
Like a contest losers fall, winner takes all
Judges make calls, Kings stand behind the 8 ball

I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at
Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
Watch that, know where your moms shop at
Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya to back

I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at
Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
Watch that, know where your moms shop at
Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back

I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at
Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
Watch that, know where your moms shop at
Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back

I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at
Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
Watch that, know where your moms shop at
Gotcha block mapped, and ain't afraid to push ya top back

I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at
Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
Watch that, know where your moms shop at
Gotcha block mapped, and ain't afraid to push ya top back

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I Need Love - Lyrics - Brave - Jennifer Lopez

Title: I Need Love
Album: Brave
Artist: Jennifer Lopez
Composer(s): Peter W. Keusch, Bill Withers, Rhonda N. Robinson, Michelle Lynn Bell, John Hill, Caleb Shreve

Lyric:
This is where my story begins
Standin? here with you I'm about to give in
And I'ma give all I can give
Even though in previous relationships

I might have been mischievous
I wasn't always ready, I admit to this
But what a good feelin? it is
I had a lot of crushes close to nothin? like this

And every time the subject would come up
I made up every excuse that I could think of
I used to run but now I'm gettin? warmed up
In a few words this feelin? I could sum up

I need love for the first time in my life
I need love, ain't no love up in the club
I need love, wanna cuddle up to somethin'
And make me feel like I'm somethin'
Gettin' sick and tired of frontin'

I need love for the first time in my life
I need love, ain't no love up in the club
I need love, I wanna cuddle up to somethin'
And make me feel like I'm somethin'
Gettin' sick and tired of frontin', I need

I was hangin' out with my friends
Seven nights a week, if there's a party I'm in
But I started gettin? sick of it
And when I looked back I didn't know what it meant

I guess I wasn't interested
In findin? somethin? real though I was lookin? for it
You should have been lookin? for me
But you opened up my eyes and now I can see

And every time the subject would come up
When they say, "I love you", then I only dumb up
A lot of guys wanna [Incomprehensible] or shut up
But you're the only one who told me your love was endless

A lot of words with feelin? cannot sum up
But first I had to figure out who I was
To try and understand there ain't no shortcuts
Now the only thing that's missin? now is your love

I need love for the first time in my life
I need love, ain't no love up in the club
I need love, wanna cuddle up to somethin'
And make me feel like I'm somethin'
Gettin' sick and tired of frontin'

I need love for the first time in my life
I need love, ain't no love up in the club
I need love, I wanna cuddle up to somethin'
And make me feel like I'm somethin'
Gettin' sick and tired of frontin', I need

Slow dance, hold hands, all I want is romance
If it's real let me know it's real, baby, take a chance
'Cause I?ve been lookin? for a man who could understand me
And I got a lot of love to give, baby, don't you hear me?

Slow dance, hold hands, all I want is romance
If it's real let me know it's real, baby, take a chance
'Cause I?ve been lookin? for a man who could understand me
And I got a lot of love to give, baby, don't you hear me?

Love for the first time in my life
I need love
I need love, wanna cuddle up to somethin'
And make me feel like I'm somethin'
Gettin' sick and tired of frontin'

I need love for the first time in my life
I need love, ain't no love up in the club
I need love, I wanna cuddle up to somethin'
And make me feel like I'm somethin'
Gettin' sick and tired of frontin'

I need love for the first time in my life
I need love, ain't no love up in the club
I need love, I wanna cuddle up to somethin'
And make me feel like I'm somethin'
Gettin' sick and tired of frontin'

Slow dance, hold hands, all I want is romance
If it's real let me know it's real, baby, take a chance
'Cause I?ve been lookin? for a man who could understand me
And I got a lot of love to give, baby, don't you hear me? Love

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Wanksta - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Wanksta
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, John Freeman

Lyric:
Yeah, it's 50 A.K.A. Ferrari F-50
Break it down
I got a lot of living to do before I die
And I ain't got time to waste
Let's make it

You said you a gansta
But you neva pop nuttin'
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'

You ain't a friend of mine, you ain't no kin of mine
What makes you think that I'm a run up on you with tha nine
We do this all tha time, right now we on tha grind
So hurry up and cop and go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fine, I gotta make her mine
An ass like dat gotta be one of a kind

I crush 'em every time, punch 'em with every nine
I'm fuckin' with they mind, I make 'em press rewind
They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
Been on parole since '94 'cuz I commit the crime
I send you my line, I did it three to nine
If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin' dimes

You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin'
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin'
You been hustlin' a long time
And you ain't got nuttin'

You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin'
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin'
You been hustlin' a long time
And you ain't got nuttin'

Damn homie, in highskew you was tha man, homie
What the fuck happened to you?
I got the sickest phonetta, when it come to the chedda
Nigga, if you play with my paper, you gotta meet my berretta
Now shorty think I'm a sweat her, sippin' on Amoretta
I'm livin' once then deada, I know I can do betta

She look good, but I know she after my chedda
She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gon' let her
Be easy, start some bullshit, she get your whole crew wet
We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step
Gorilla Unit 'cuz they say we bugged out
'Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out

You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin'
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin'
You been hustlin' in a long time
And you ain't got nuttin'

You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin'
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin'
You been hustlin' a long time
And you ain't got nuttin'

Me I'm no mobsta, me I'm no gangsta
Me I'm no hitman, me I'm just me, me
Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta
But it's me you see on your TV
'Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy
I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy

By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
If you play me close for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
Niggas sayin' they goin' murd' 50, how?
We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil' Bow Wow
What you know about AK's and AR-15's?
Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and inf-beams, huh

You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin'
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin'
You been hustlin' a long time
And you ain't got nuttin'

You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin'
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin'
You been hustlin' a long time
And you ain't got nuttin'

Damn homie

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Wanksta - Lyrics - No Mercy, No Fear - 50 Cent

Title: Wanksta
Album: No Mercy, No Fear
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, John Freeman

Lyric:
Yeah, it's 50 A.K.A. Ferrari F-50
Break it down
I got a lot of living to do before I die
And I ain't got time to waste
Let's make it

You said you a gansta
But you neva pop nuttin'
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'

You ain't a friend of mine, you ain't no kin of mine
What makes you think that I'm a run up on you with tha nine
We do this all tha time, right now we on tha grind
So hurry up and cop and go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fine, I gotta make her mine
An ass like dat gotta be one of a kind

I crush 'em every time, punch 'em with every nine
I'm fuckin' with they mind, I make 'em press rewind
They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
Been on parole since '94 'cuz I commit the crime
I send you my line, I did it three to nine
If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin' dimes

You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin'
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin'
You been hustlin' a long time
And you ain't got nuttin'

You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin'
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin'
You been hustlin' a long time
And you ain't got nuttin'

Damn homie, in highskew you was tha man, homie
What the fuck happened to you?
I got the sickest phonetta, when it come to the chedda
Nigga, if you play with my paper, you gotta meet my berretta
Now shorty think I'm a sweat her, sippin' on Amoretta
I'm livin' once then deada, I know I can do betta

She look good, but I know she after my chedda
She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gon' let her
Be easy, start some bullshit, she get your whole crew wet
We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step
Gorilla Unit 'cuz they say we bugged out
'Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out

You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin'
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin'
You been hustlin' in a long time
And you ain't got nuttin'

You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin'
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin'
You been hustlin' a long time
And you ain't got nuttin'

Me I'm no mobsta, me I'm no gangsta
Me I'm no hitman, me I'm just me, me
Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta
But it's me you see on your TV
'Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy
I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy

By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
If you play me close for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
Niggas sayin' they goin' murd' 50, how?
We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil' Bow Wow
What you know about AK's and AR-15's?
Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and inf-beams, huh

You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin'
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin'
You been hustlin' a long time
And you ain't got nuttin'

You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin'
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin'
You been hustlin' a long time
And you ain't got nuttin'

Damn homie

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