Текст (слова) песни: Bootleg f MC Breed - Death Before Dishonesty

(M.C. Breed talking)
M. Breed
Bootleg
Uh give it to me
Part 2 baby

(Chorus)
I got dollas in my pocket, not from rollin` (hustlas)
I`m a Navigator rider it ain`t stollin` (ballers)
I get paid (mo money mo money mo mo money mo money mo)
It ain`t no future in your frontin`
(mo money mo money mo mo money mo money mo)

(M.C. Breed)
This shit bumpin` somethin` funky people gonna bump to jump to
Hit em up do what you want to got you where I want you
Ride on this real shit why you hattin` us nigga still gon rip shit
E double I proclaim the name
and you can watch a nigga bubble up and change the game
Got a pocket full of money and weed that`s all I need
sittin` waitin` on my nigga bout to get to get freed
Got the knowledge on the streets Cali fuck an Impala
I want a 600 runnin` and when you see me holla holla
See me sin I`m a criminal puttin Breed on the macks
cause I keep the paint jobs all original
Them 20s will cover plenty of ground when I`m in you town
Fuk around get clowned when I` come around
I put it down all that talkin` ain`t nothin`
I`m gon tell you once again ain`t no future in you motherfuckin` frontin`

(Chorus)

(Bootleg)
Yo Yo Yo Don`t make me shoot ya fool ain`t no future in your frontin`
Me M. Breed here to break ya of somethin`
I`m the B-double O-T-L-E-G F-L-I-N-T soldiers somebody should have told ya
I crush `em clutchin` me Breed come to rush `em
you want to hear lyrics listen up while I bust `em
Sippin` on that Hen low inhale a good smoke now hold ya breath gag and choke
Fools can`t fade already done made it
Top of the line me and M. Breed are the dopest you can find
In the industry cause we be workin` with that chemistry
Magically takin` you to levels form gradually
Breakin` you off from different angles and tangles sytematically
Inhale exhale doin` automatically
Ah ha now yall can ride to the Dayton Family and M. Breed breakin` em of worldwide
Don`t hate the player, player hater hate the game
You know who I am and all my thugs know my name
Who am I (the B-double-O-T-L-E-G)
Rap name (Bootleg)
Street name (Party Highly)
All that talkin` that you doin` that ain`t nothin`
Me and M. Breed from Flint..(Flint town, MI hell yea, we in it)
It ain`t no future in your frontin`...
Flint town...
It ain`t no future in your frontin`

(Chorus)

(M.C. Breed)
Never got caught with a birdie
Only ride 600 never ride dirty
50 ones always wanna run and come search me
Paper chasin` always wakes a nigga up early

(Bootleg)
And I got dollars in my pocket not from rollin`
Since I`m not a fiend the my jewlery never stollin`
Puttin` "Bootleg" on everything I own
My white Navigator, 8 twelves on chrome
It`s the return of the Dayton thugs fresh out of prison
But I`m still bugged nothin` but slugs for me mugs
Me and 3-6 tearin` up the club anybody violate the family is gettin` drugged
Bootleg who said he can flow like I, I doubt it
Besides that fact Relativity won`t allow it
You can borrow my style but please bring it home
Cause my style be missin` its owner when I`m gone
Ain`t no future in your frontin`

(Chorus) x2

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