Lyrics:
were singing, all the songs I don't know
Now you're in the front row
'Cause my song is popular
Popular, I know about popular
It's not about who you
where it's at
This is where it be now, you know me know
It's the L-O to the S, T B-O-Y, Z make the def hear by see
Ooh, be in the front, back, niggas
The fear of my identity standing right in front of me
I want to run but I can't see
I want to scream but I can't speak
The fear of my identity standing right
your eyes
Close your fists
And imagine that your enemy's in front of you
Now what would happen?
Break shit
Fuck the law
Fuck this shit
Punch
counterfeit cause he's motherfuckin phony
Come into the jam try to front like he know me
Hah! Listen to this new type of somethin
Bumpin, ninety-four ain't
on fallin' for my Carolina Rose
Spent the next four years just singing my songs
With Rosie in the front row singing along
Till I got that call, had to hit
see they blood leak in the club
You can't breathe in the club
It's called...
[Chorus]
Posted...
Post in the back, post in the front
Posted up outside,
serve the final feast
Sharpen your knives for a front page piece
Sitting safe in the front row seats
you make a big noise
Big fire
Big noise
You
can go run and tell that nigga
Kick down your front door, where I'm from, we front doe
Yeah nigga, we cut doe, flat line you punk hoes
We ain't
they'll test you in front of your peeps
Some easy advice, buy your way out my life
It's the principle, the pockets fat not flat
Some borrow dough and relax
hot shit
You can't fuck wit
Its the Greg Nice shit
Wit the Beatnuts shit
You can't front shit
Its the shake ya butt shit
Say Wha? Say Wha? Say
don't want it)
Gettin' money worldwide we provide them up front (u don't want it)
All you women in the club we know what you want (u don't want it)
Knee-deep in salt and shoe grease
Whipping the leather with a fire toothed crack
Words are candy, they rot out my brain
With the nail twisting hot front up
can't show you what's in front of you
I can't heal those scars
She's my oblivion
And my skin burns
Her hands all over me
She whispers:
The edges
I've been eyeing you all day in the mall miss lady
You looking good, I think I seen your ass in the hood
With your friends dressed up, trying to front
Yeah, she said, "You don't wanna do right", yeah
Now I done stayed out all night
And now I'm walkin' in at four
She had a sign out on the front
myself from seeing the darkness in front of me
It's not that hard to just fall apart, fall apart
It's not that hard to just fall apart, I'm falling apart
There's nothing but highway in front of me
Louisiana bayou, thunderstorms in Tennessee
Set me free
There's nothing behind me but history
Every town I
I was out on the front line, doin' just fine.
Put it all behind me
Till I cam across a letter from an old friend,
Askin' "How you been?"
Stopped
i like it and it don't really matter when we're doin it girl don't front just come with it ooh
Ooh aah aah damn and girl there ain't nothin wrong
for the purchase
If you downloaded the album then COME to the concert
Don't sit in front of the computer 'til your eye hurt
Get up, get out, and join
mine
Just ask my soldiers who be holdin down the front line
[Chorus]
you eva had a bitch a friend that claimed that they was done for you
I mean
of niggas bout gettin funky wit' me
Keep they fingers on triggers
Let's roll wit' a pistol I get out of control
It's your family I put on rows, front row
goodnight
If you want
I'll drive you home just once more
Park the car then arm in arm
Walk you to the front door
I'll just let the motor run
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