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Don't Front
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Wha'ma say?
Crack Era shit on the way
Ay, G.R.A
Team Van Ted Smooth, straight face, you remember?
I'm takin' it back, come follow me
Bitch, split your legs like sunflower seeds
The mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind's crazy
I don't know about your squad nigga, but mine's crazy
I break, you take
Whatever type of shit the nigga G.R. make
The incredible, lyrical and original
Drunk up in my living room, puffin' on medicinal
Higher than a motherfucker, cussin' in my interviews
Hustle, mineral the dough, suckin' up the chemicals
Ridin' 'til I die, bustin' up the inner tube
Clutchin' my genitals (nuts)
Nigga my rap songs and real life are motherfuckin' identical
I whip in the kitchen, I'm cuttin' fried vegetables
Look at me, I talk about coke like God, Malice or Pusha T
So crookedly, my time is money so even
One night stands got a booking fee, ho
Start cookin' for me
Seein' is believin', bitch look for me
The only crook is me, I'm the real one
Fuck boy, drop a test, I kill one
Your little safe kinda empty, I fill one
The human body made of water, I spill one
Boom bye bye in a buck boy head
We do not promote the nasty mandem haffi dead
I tell 'em shut down, don't front
You know I got you open
Shut down, don't front
You know I got you open nigga
Me and my crew walk the streets at
Night like lookin' for the right one
Baby, shut down, don't front
You know I got you open, check the dialect
From a, from a, from a, from a, from a
Ewww
I could break it down like whatever you want
You want it like this? Break it, break
It, break it down, break it down, down
I could break it down like I'm pumpin' that shit
Bitch, get off my dick
Sound Boy!
I make the pan shake
I'm never countin' what another man make
I'm only countin' 'til the rubber band break
Clutch it, I bury you under the landscape
If you real, motherfucker stand straight
If you real, I could tell from your handshake
If you real, male or female, you can't hate (hell nah)
But from your weave I could tell your bag fake, bitch
Where you get all that fake from?
Look like your nails done with a paint gun (ew)
That's 'cause your boyfriend ain't A1
My niggas been in the paint since day one
I rock Hermes belts but not the big H ones
Too many rappers rockin' the fake ones
My day one niggas is straight slum
New York is where the fuck they from nigga
Boom bye bye in a buck boy head
We do not promote the nasty mandem haffi dead
I tell 'em shut down, don't front
You know I got you open
Shut down, don't front
You know I got you open nigga
Me and my crew walk the streets at
Night like lookin' for the right one
Baby, shut down, don't front
You know I got you open, check the dialect
From a, from a, from a, from a, from a
Ewww
I could break it down like whatever you want
Break it, break it, break it down, break it down, down
I could break it down like whatever you want
Ted, Ted, Ted Smooth, you remember?
I could, I could break it down like whatever you want
You want it like, err, break it, break
It, break it down, break it down, down
I could break it down like whatever you want
You want it like err, Ted Smooth, straight face, you remember?
Ahhh, ha, ha, ha
'88, '88 Crack Era
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I don't know how many
I just know I'm the only nigga
Good enough to diss all you motherfuckers
Ahhh, must get dissed
Hip hop police all on me
How many MCs must get frisked, nigga?
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