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Verse 1
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Don't front
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Don't front
Don't front
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Don't front
Don't front
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When I get
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bent I must represent,
Get up a dime spot and
then I'm off to the dread section
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Coming out the spot I had to duck because
a nigga tried to buck me
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I'm easing on the Glock like,
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"What up, hop"
Buck's pulling out on cops
What the fuck,
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bring your bitch- ass type brigade
Hitting them all, hand guns
and hand grenades
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Un reasonable the man that's
Got your block locked down,
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so don't come any further
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In my clip is a .22 dum- dum
Oh yeah, I seen your moms,
I hit her off with a jum
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You know what I'm saying?
Fret it or forget it
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I'm like the short and fly so I'mma still get
paid, I don't sweat it
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I'm every MC's nightmare mani
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festing
A little shorty pushing
the fact that I'm best in
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This shit called hip- hop, raise the throne
Kid, don't front, I got you open
Verse 3
in your dome
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you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
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Don't front, you know I got you open,
kid
Don't front, you know I got you open,
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kid
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Don't front, you know I got you open,
kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
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Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Why you frontin'? You know I
got you open, kid
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Rest in peace to my niggas in the East
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And all the real niggas
that was shot by beast
Ladies be like, "Yo, he's Buckshot right there,
that is him"
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But let's get with the cipher,
So I can wet my lungs and
blow smoke in your face
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Word to Jah, niggas can't touch
me, kid
'Cause I'm too nice to do bids
or ever hit skid
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Fronts in the bottom of my teeth
like whatever shit
On the real, gettin played,
what, I never did
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'Cause on the mic I gotta
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represent the real niggas
The field niggas get the
muthafuckin ill triggers
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Word to Herb, lick shot with
And keep my hand on my grip
when I play the curb
Nah chill AT&T can't see me
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You grab mics from the ones I left broken
Kid, don't front,
you know I got you open
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Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Verse 5
Don't front,
you know I got you open, kid
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you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got
you open, kid
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Don't front,
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you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
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you know I got you open, kid
Why you frontin'? You know I got you open,
kid
Verse 6
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a buzz,
then I write
The type of ill shit to make
the mind feel tight
But I'm in this like Guinness
Straight from the floors
You faggot ass, I heard your
nickname's Blaine
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I hit your brain and you felt the pain,
maintain
When it comes to a battle
you know the Buck reigns
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I overthrow the flow, niggas be like, "Yo,
how'd you do that?"
Bitches be like "Yo who that,
you're all that, yo, true that"
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Never forget that I'm the one you
I used to make money, now I just take it
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I do what I gotta do to bring
Bucking niggas down 'cause
they think shit is sweet
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Ease out, then flex, in effect like Wreckx
Buck to your head,
Don't front, you know I got you open
Verse 7
kid
Don't front, you know I got you open,
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kid
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Don't front, you know I got you open,
kid
Don't front,
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you know I got you open, kid
Don't front,
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you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open,
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kid
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Why you frontin'? You know I
got you open, kid
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Yo stop frontin' you know I got you open,
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kid
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