To the beat Ya'll Ah yeah (Ya don't stop) Sound good to me [ VERSE 1: MC Breed ] 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 "How 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 *****, 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' [ VERSE 2: MC Breed ] 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 [Name] 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' [ VERSE 3: MC Breed ] 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' [ VERSE 4: MC Breed ] 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 ***ne 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) [ VERSE 5: MC Breed ] 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)
[00:00.57]To the beat Ya'll [00:02.88]Ah yeah [00:06.66](Ya don't stop) [00:08.24]Sound good to me [00:09.94][ VERSE 1: MC Breed ] [00:10.18]This sound hard, somethin' funky people gon' dance to [00:12.81]Give the record a second and a chance to [00:15.32]Hittin' people like a scene of amazement [00:17.52]While they slippin' back, my feet is planted in the pavement [00:19.95]Crumble I can never do [00:21.83]So now I'm lookin' dead at you [00:23.68]What are you gonna do? [00:24.76]You listen to the knowledge of a scholar [00:26.75]You say "How Breed?" tell em how I holler [00:29.27]I'm the E Double, and I proclaim my name [00:31.13]Straight up good game, peeps all game [00:33.61]I'm like a rhino runnin' through the roughest pack [00:36.02]They figure I'm a trigga-happy *****, so they step back [00:38.58]Breed, the microphonist [00:40.89]Boot last the longest [00:42.16]The noose's the strongest [00:43.35]It ain't a game, that's plain to see [00:45.08]You listen to the sounds of Breed (and the DFC) [00:48.22]There ain't no future in your frontin' [00:53.52][ VERSE 2: MC Breed ] [00:53.85]I never got caught with a kilo [00:59.24]And if you ever do, yo, it will never be with me, yo [01:02.10]Servin' in a Cherokee or maybe it's a GTO [01:03.90]Black-on-black Benzo, I get it at [Name] [01:06.71]Never have to worry bout my posse gettin' jumped [01:08.91]Cause if we ever do, yo TB, pop the trunk [01:10.84]Cause we don't go for playin', when I play go grab a ball [01:12.86]When I'm on the mic I ain't for playin', not at all [01:15.46]Cause I clock 10 g's a week boomin' at my peak [01:18.13]Always seek E sober, but I do get geeked [01:20.52]I can give you a job, a place to eat hearty [01:22.86]Meet your homeboy Marty at a b.o.b. party [01:25.28]Takin' over, barkin' like a dog named Rover (woof!) [01:28.17]I'm pickin' suckers like a four-leaf clover [01:30.22]They're bitin' lyrics on the mic, I diss these cobras [01:32.62]So now they're sayin', "Eric Breed is gettin' over" [01:34.94]There ain't no future in your frontin' [01:39.01]Ha-ha-ha [01:41.45]There ain't no future in your frontin' [01:43.92][ VERSE 3: MC Breed ] [01:44.16]I'm the B, the r to the double e-d and [01:46.55]Down with my homie G-a-s and O.E. and [01:49.08]Suckers causin' static, cause they still be disagreein' [01:51.30]I don't give a - cause I'm from F-l-i-n-t'n [01:53.57]A city where pity runs low [01:55.50]If you ever shoot through my city, now you know [01:58.12]Cause we are strictly business and we also got our pride [02:00.37]And if you don't like it, I suggest you break wide [02:02.60]Suckers steady lookin' for the m-o-n-e-y and [02:05.08]Thinkin' that illegal is the best way, so they dyin' [02:07.26]I ain't got time to see a fiend fiend out [02:09.60]To give up all his money, and he givin' what he got [02:12.10]That's the way I am, MC Breed cannot be different [02:14.25]Never change my ways for the world or the government [02:16.83]If I was the president, then I would state facts [02:18.60]You leave it up to me, I paint the white house black [02:21.18]It ain't no future in your frontin' [02:22.18]There ain't no future in your frontin' [02:30.91][ VERSE 4: MC Breed ] [02:31.10]Yeah, I got dollars in my pocket, not from rollin' [02:33.07]If I was a fiend, then my gold would be stolen [02:35.32]Put my name Breed on everything I own [02:37.45]And when I get my jeep I'm puttin' 'Breed' on the chrome [02:40.16]***ne it up good, kickin' through my neighborhood [02:42.65]Motorola phone, fat rims and a Kenwood [02:44.91]Quick to get around it, and then I'll have it drop [02:47.11]Simply cause I'm ridin' people think I'm sellin' rocks [02:49.44]But ain't no future in your frontin' [02:50.34]Yo Flash man, drop that, man [02:59.20]Won't you drop that [03:00.94](Keep on) [03:02.18](To the beat ch'all) [03:08.35][ VERSE 5: MC Breed ] [03:08.55]Cruel to the rules of the world [03:10.74]Live my life raw, cause I never liked the law [03:12.93]Wear top tens, on my ass use jeans [03:14.84]Sellin' big 8ths and tit-for-tat to the fiends [03:17.78]Clock much dollars, but I never break a sweat [03:19.99]Time to move out, my posse sayin' (bet) [03:21.92]You got my back, and I got yours [03:24.29]What time is it? Hm, Tear down the doors [03:26.74]Man [03:31.83]There ain't no future in your frontin' [03:34.18]Never was, cuz [03:36.53]There ain't no future in your frontin' [03:39.99]Hey man, let's start this party up, right? [03:42.01](Beat y'all) [03:44.85](Keep on) [03:47.91]
