Текст песни Ain't No Future in Yo' Frontin - MC Breed
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)

Альбом
The Best of Breed
1 Ain't No Future in Yo' Frontin
2 Teach My Kids
3 Gotta Get Mine
4 Seven Years
5 Late Nite Creep (Booty Call)
6 Shootin' from the Hip
7 Real MC (Single Version)
8 Everyday Ho
9 Back Up in Ya!
10 Tight
11 Ain't Too Much Worried
12 Game for Life
13 Sea of Bud
14 This Is How We Do It
15 Say What
16 Nightlife
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