Ah yeah
Sound good to me
This sound hard
Something funky people gon' dance to
Give the record a second and a chance to
Hitting people like a scene of amazement
While they slipping back my feet
Is planted in the pavement
Crumble I can never do
So now I'm looking 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 running
Through the roughest pack
They figure I'm a trigga-happy n***a
So they step back
Breed the microphonist
Boot last the longest
The noose's the strongest
It ain't a game
That's plaing to see
You listen to the sounds of Breed
There ain't no future in your fronting
I never got caught with a kilo
And if you ever do yo
It will never be with me yo
Serving 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 getting jumped
Cause if we ever do
Yo TB pop the trunk
Cause we don't go for playing
When I play go grab a ball
When I'm on the mic
I ain't for playing not at all
Cause I clock 10 g's
A week booming 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
Taking over
Barking like a dog named Rover woof )
I'm picking suckers like a four-leaf clover
They're biting lyrics on the mic
I diss these cobras
So now they're saying
"Eric Breed is getting over"
There ain't no future in your fronting
Ha-ha-ha
There ain't no future in your fronting
I'm the B the r to the double e-d and
Down with my homie G-a-s and O E and
Suckers causing static
Cause they still be disagreeing
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 looking
For the m-o-n-e-y and
Thinking that illegal is the best way
So they dying
I ain't got time to see a fiend fiend out
To give up all his money
And he giving 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 fronting
There ain't no future in your fronting
Yeah I got dollars in my pocket
Not from rolling
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 putting
'Breed' on the chrome
Shine it up good
Kicking 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 riding people
Think I'm selling rocks
But ain't no future in your fronting
There ain't no future in your fronting
Yo Flash man drop that man
Won't you drop that
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
Selling big 8ths
And tit-for-tat to the fiends
Clock much dollars
But I never break a sweat
Time to move out my posse saying 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 fronting
Never was cuz
There ain't no future in your fronting
Hey man let's start this party up right
