[Flavor Flav] "To the beat y'all" [repeats throughout intro]



[Intro: Erick Sermon]

Yeah, peace to MC Breed

Def Squad, 2002, uh



[Verse One]

Aiyyo 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

Floored by Erick Sermon arrangement

Frontin I can never do (uh-huh)

So now I'm lookin dead at you, so what you gonna do?

You checkin out the sounds of a scholar

You say, "Hi E - tell 'em HOLLA, HOLLA!"

I'm the E Double, and I proclaim my name

Straight up big game, peep all gangs

I'm like a rhino, stomp through the roughest pack

They figure I'm a trigga happy nigga so they step back

E, the microphonest

Who last the longest and who the strongest?

It's not a game, it's plain to see (ha)

Check out the sounds of E, and the Squad of D



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Y'knahmsayin?  Ain't no future in yo' frontin



[Verse Two]

I never got caught with a kilo

If you ever do, it would never be with me yo

I ain't the one to be servin up a ki' yo

I sell work, but it's more like sellin beats yo

Yo - I never have to worry about me gettin jumped

If I ever do, R-E-D, pop the trunk

Me and my crew, got somethin for all y'all (uhh)

When I'm on the mic, don't play at all

I clock mad G's a week, boomin at my peak

Everytime the E's asked to program a beat

I put it down like this for everybody

Then throw a Def Squad cool out party

Takin over, barkin like a doggie named Rover

(Woof!) I'm pickin suckers like a four-leaf clover

They bitin lyrics on the mic cause they cobras

Are they sayin E.D.'s?  Cause ain't no future in yo' frontin



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Ain't no future in yo' frontin



[Verse Three]

Yo, I'm the E, D-O-U-B-L-to the E and

Down with my homey Keith, and the R-E-D and

Niggaz talk shit cause we still be disagreein

I don't give a FUCK cause I'm from N.Y.C.

In the city, where pretty ones low

If you ever shoot through my city NOW YOU KNOW

We get biz, and we got pride

If you don't feel this, then nigga break wide

Cats be lookin, for the M-O-N-E-Y

Livin illegal, is the way, so they die

Cause I ain't got time, to see if things work out

Things get hard I'm robbin no doubt

That be the way, E.D. can not be different

Never change the ways of the world of the government

If I was the President, I'd stay fat

Leave it up to me, I'd paint the White House black

Ain't no future in yo' frontin



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Ain't no future in yo' frontin



[Verse Four]

Yo, I got dough in my pocket, not from rollin

If I was a fiend then my gold would be stolen

Put my name E, on everything I own

My Excursion truck, outlined in chrome

Shined up good, ride through your neighborhood

StarTec phone, fat rims, and the Kenwood

Music kicked around and, can I have a drop?

Just because I'm ridin people think I'm sellin rocks

Ain't no future in yo' frontin



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Ain't no future in yo' frontin!



[Verse Five]

Yo, I'm cool to the rules of the world

Livin life raw, cause I never liked the law

Wear top ten on my ass my own jeans

Sell the game, tit for tat to the fiends

Make much dough but never break a sweat

Time to move out?  My niggaz sayin BET

You got my back and I got yours

What time is it?  Tear down the doors



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Ain't no future in yo' frontin

[Flavor Flav] "To the beat y'all" [x2]

Ain't no future in yo' frontin

[Flavor Flav] "To the beat y'all" [x2]

Ain't no future in yo' frontin

[Flavor Flav] "To the beat y'all" [x2]



[Erick Sermon]

Uhh, yo, combustible, uhh

Uhh, yeah, huh, Def Squad

Huh, PPP yeah uhh

Funky Noble y'all, huh uh, Phillie addict uh

Keith Murray word up uh-huh

Uh-huh, yeah, Daytona y'all

Uhh, uhh, Khari uh-uh

Sy Scott, uh, what?  How we do what?

Uh, all day baby

Def Squad, uh, uh peace to MC Breed

Uh-huh, yo, uh-huh, yeah yeah

Check it out y'all, uh