Keep Frontin’

Lyrics

[Intro/Hook: Big L sample] I shoulda been out, I'm de-de-deadly When I pu-pu-pull the pin out, keep frontin' I'mma try-try-try ya chin out I knocked a lot-lot-lot-lot out of men out Keep frontin', I'mma try-try-try ya chin out I knocked a lot-lot I knocked a lot-lot-lot out of men out Keep frontin', keep frontin', keep frontin', keep frontin' [Bumpy Knuckles talking over sample] Yo Right now I wanna teach all you MC's out there How to be Effective Let's Rock [Verse 1: Freddie Foxxx a.k.a. Bumpy Knuckles] 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 cum/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 laughing The part is for a dead body, guess who's casting [Hook] [John Cena talking over sample] Alright bro, I'm hearin' you I'mma see what I can do See how I can rip it And be, effective Follow this [Verse 2: John Cena] 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 get 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 better go-go-go get your mans A legal hustle, ain't no-no fuckin' with grams Stash the heat 'cause I can throw-throw-throw 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 [Hook] [Tha Trademarc talking over sample] Yeah, what's good fellas I'm feelin' y'all man Most these cats Can't engineer, they career Yeah, Trademarc, 'bout to 'Bout to show y'all How to be, effective [Verse 3: Tha Trademarc] 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 [Hook] - 2X [Outro: Bumpy Knuckles] 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 Hahahaha..