Lyrics:

To The Beat Chall
ah Yeah, Ya Dont Stop
sounds Good To Me

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
while They Slippin Back My Feet Is Planted In The Pavement

crumble I Can Never Do
so Now Im Lookin 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
im The E Double, And I Proclaim My Name
straight Up Good Game, Peeps All Game
im Like A Rhino Runnin Through The Roughest Pack
they Figure Im A Trigga-Happy Nigga, So They Step Back

breed, The Microphonist, Boot Last The Longest
the Nooses The Strongest
it Aint A Game, Thats Plain To See
you Listen To The Sounds Of Breed
(And The Dfc)

there Aint No Future In Your Frontin

i Never Got Caught With A Kilo
and If You Ever Do, Yo, It Will Never Be With Me, Yo
servin In A Cherokee Or Maybe Its A G T O
black-On-Black Benzo, I Get It Up Amigo

never Have To Worry bout My Posse Gettin Jumped
cause If We Ever Do, Yo T B, Pop The Trunk
cause We Dont Go For Playin, When I Play Go Grab A Ball
when Im On The Mic I Aint For Playin, Not At All

cause I Clock 10 Gs A Week, Boomin 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

takin Over, Barkin Like A Dog Named Rover
im Pickin Suckers Like A Four-Leaf Clover
theyre Bitin Lyrics On The Mic, I Diss These Cobras
so Now Theyre Sayin, eric Breed Is Gettin Over

there Aint No Future In Your Frontin
there Aint No Future In Your Frontin

im The B, The Are To The Double E D
and Down With My Homie G A S And O. E. And
suckers Causin Static, cause They Still Be Disagreein
i Dont Give A cause Im 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 Dont Like It, I Suggest You Break Wide

suckers Steady Lookin For The M O N E Y
and Thinkin That Illegal Is The Best Way, So They Dyin
i Aint Got Time To See A Fiend Fiend Out
to Give Up All His Money, And He Givin What He Got

thats 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 Aint No Future In Your Frontin
there Aint No Future In Your Frontin

yeah, I Got Dollars In My Pocket, Not From Rollin
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 Im Puttin breed On The Chrome

shine It Up Good, Kickin Through My Neighborhood
motorola Phone, Fat Rims And A Kenwood
quick To Get Around It, And Then Ill Have It Drop
simply cause Im Ridin People Think Im Sellin Rocks

but Aint No Future In Your Frontin
yo, Flash, Man, Drop That, Man
wont 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
sellin Big 8ths And Tit-For-Tat To The Fiends

clock Much Dollars But I Never Break A Sweat
time To Move Out, My Posse Sayin, bet
you Got My Back, And I Got Yours
what Time Is It Hmm, Tear Down The Doors

man, There Aint No Future In Your Frontin
never Was, cuz, There Aint No Future In Your Frontin
hey Man, Lets Start This Party Up, Right
kick Out That Fat While Dancing