Ain’t No Future in Yo’ Frontin’

Lyrics
[Intro: Violent J] To the beat, yall! Yes! This'll always sound good to me Rest in peace, MC Breed [Verse 1: Violent J] This sound hard, somethin' juggalos gonna jam to Give the record a second 'cause I plan to Hit the people like a scene of a amazement And while they slippin' back my feet is planted in the pavement Crumble I could never do Shotgun pointed dead at you, what are you gonna do? You listen to the knowledge of a sensei You wanna get high? We gonna touch the sky Throw the "Wicked Clown" up, proclaim the name We don't show no shame, 'cause we crushed the lame I'm like a rhino runnin' through the roughest path They figure I'm a trigger-happy killer, so they step back Freeze! Because we's the coldest Who lasts the longest and who's the boldest? It ain't a game, it's plain to see You listen to the sounds of Breed (Through the ICP) [Chorus: Violent J] You don't stop! To the beat, yall! It ain't no future in your frontin' You don't stop! To the beat, yall! You don't stop! [Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope] I never got caught with a kilo And if you ever do, yo, you never be with me, yo Always getting head 'cause I love the way it feel, yo Leave the crowd bald 'cause it's wigs that I peel, yo Never have to worry 'bout my crew getting jumped And if we ever do, Legz Diamond pop the trunk We don't go for playin', unless you playin' with my balls When I'm on the mic I'm not for playin', not at all Cause I fuck ten hoes a week boomin' at my peak Twenty years on stage, but I still get geeked I can give you a job, a place to eat hearty And we all gettin' rowdy at a Hatchet Man party Takin' over, barkin' like a dog named Rover (Woof!) Backyard full of four-leaf clovers If you're bitin' like a venomous cobra I sharpen my axe up and then I'm coming over [Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope] You don't stop! To the beat, yall! It ain't no future in your frontin' You don't stop! To the beat, yall! You don't stop! [Verse 3: Violent J] Joe B, R to the U-C-E and Down with my homie M-E-C and Joey and Suckers causin' static, cause we still be disagreein' I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm from D-E-T-R-O-I-T The city where pity runs low If you ever shoot through my city, now you know That we are strictly business and we also got our pride And if you don't like it, I suggest you break wide Juggalotus hot like hellfire, can't deny it Fuck the fake weed, if it's legal, I don't buy it I ain't got time to front with these hoes Blow my fucking dingaling until it explodes That's the way I am, every ninja be different When we order Faygo, three semis for the shipment If I was the president, then I would state facts And rule the fucking world with a solid-gold axe Ain't no future in your frontin' [Chorus: Violent J] You don't stop! To the beat, yall! It ain't no future in your frontin' You don't stop! To the beat, yall! You don't stop! [Verse 4: Shaggy 2 Dope] Stick my damn foot angle deep in your colon When I go insane, no it ain't no controllin' Put my name Shaggy on everything I own I once stole a Jeep, put a gat up to his dome Shined it up good, kickin' through the neighborhood Carnival of Carnage beatin' out the Kenwood First I gripped around in it, then I had it chopped Wove past mad cops but I never got stopped Ain't no future in your frontin' [Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope] You don't stop! To the beat, yall! It ain't no future in your frontin' You don't stop! To the beat, yall! You don't stop! Bring that shit, bring it To the beat, yall! You don't stop! To the beat, yall! You don't stop! To the beat, yall! You don't stop! [Verse 5: Violent J & Legz Diamond] I said fuck all the rules of the world Live my life raw, 'cause I never liked the law [?] a black truck, on my ass, Bentleys Half my old crew turned to crack-headed fiends I put in mad work, but I never break a sweat It's 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 [Chorus: Violent J] To the beat, y'all! You don't stop! To the beat, yall! It ain't no future in your frontin' Never was, cuz, yo, Mike, drop that, drop that To the beat, yall! You don't stop! To the beat, yall! To the beat, yall! To the beat, yall! You don't stop!
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Credits
- Writers
- MC Breed
- Herman Lang
- Pierre Ushay