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Edit Lyrics You wanna front?What?Jump up and get buckedIf you're feeling lucky, duckThen press your luckI snatch fake gangsta MC's and make them faggot flambéYour nine sprayMy mind sprayMalignant mist steadily pumps the funkThe results?You're a gang stuffed in a car trunkYou couldn't come to the jungles of the East popping that gameYou won't survive Get live Catching wreck is our thingI don't gang bang or shoot out Bang bangThe relentless lyrics the only dope I slangI'm a true master you can check my credentials'Cause I choose to use my infinite potentialGot a freaky flowControl the mic like Fidel Castro locked CubaSo deep that you can scuba diveMy jive's origin is unknown like the JubasI've accumulated honeys all across the map'Cause I'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap in you back In factMy rap snaps you sacroilliacI'm the mack so I don't need to tote a MacMy attack is purely mental and its nature's not hateIt's meant to wake you up out of your brainwashed stateStagnate Nonsense But if you persistYou'll get your snotbox Bust you Press up on thisI flip Hoes dip None of the real niggas slipYou don't know enough math to count the mics that I rippedKeep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit(Our own hits rock 'cause we're dropping some shit)Real rough and ruggedShine like a gold nuggetEvery time I pick up the microphone I drug itUnplug it on chumps with the gangsta babbleLeave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battleYou're rattling on and on and ain't sayin nothingThat's why you got snuffed when you bump heads with Dirty RottenHave you forgotten? I'll tap your jawI also kick like kung fu flicks by Run Run ShawMade frauds bleed every time I g'd'Cause I've perfected my drunken style like Sam SeedPseudo psychos I play like Michael Jackson when I'm busting ass and breaking backsInhale the putrified aromaBreathe too deep and you'll wind up comatose The kingI'm hard like a fifth of vodkaAnd bring your clique 'cause I'm a hard rock knockerI got youOut on a limb I'm about to push you off the brinkLet you draw your craw But you burning shot breaksWhen the East is in the house you should come equippedFly like a jet Sting like a hornetKnuckleheads get live and set it off if you want itDirty rotten scoundrels is crushing fools No jokeWith styles more fatal than second hand smokeDon't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor'Cause I blow up spots like the World Trade CenterCome with the super trooper on his assault missionThe tech's technique' Cause he's a technicianWishing he'll go away won't help the weapons stopThe skills are shot 'Cause any idiot can let off a glockHard rock smelling the clutch of this untoucha'You claim you got beef on the streets So what you going to do when real niggaz roll up on you?And you don't got your crewPull your glock but you don't got the heartYou was webbed straight from the startBought a tool and didn't learn how to use itGot lost in BrooklynSo you had to lose itJust for fronting you got that ass waxed New! Log in to start a snippet Song Info Submitted by plenusmerdae On Apr 06, 2011 More Jeru the Damaja You Can't Stop The Prophet Great Solar Stance Verbal Battle Bitchezwit Dikz Seinfeld You wanna front? What? Jump up and get bucked If you're feeling lucky, duck Then press your luck I snatch fake gangsta MC's and make them faggot flambé Your nine spray My mind spray Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk The results? You're a gang stuffed in a car trunk You couldn't come to the jungles of the East popping that game You won't survive Get live Catching wreck is our thing I don't gang bang or shoot out Bang bang The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang I'm a true master you can check my credentials 'Cause I choose to use my infinite potential Got a freaky flow Control the mic like Fidel Castro locked Cuba So deep that you can scuba dive My jive's origin is unknown like the Jubas I've accumulated honeys all across the map 'Cause I'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap in you back In fact My rap snaps you sacroilliac I'm the mack so I don't need to tote a Mac My attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate It's meant to wake you up out of your brainwashed state Stagnate Nonsense But if you persist You'll get your snotbox Bust you Press up on this I flip Hoes dip None of the real niggas slip You don't know enough math to count the mics that I ripped Keep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit (Our own hits rock 'cause we're dropping some shit) Real rough and rugged Shine like a gold nugget Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it Unplug it on chumps with the gangsta babble Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle You're rattling on and on and ain't sayin nothing That's why you got snuffed when you bump heads with Dirty Rotten Have you forgotten? I'll tap your jaw I also kick like kung fu flicks by Run Run Shaw Made frauds bleed every time I g'd 'Cause I've perfected my drunken style like Sam Seed Pseudo psychos I play like Michael Jackson when I'm busting ass and breaking backs Inhale the putrified aroma Breathe too deep and you'll wind up comatose The king I'm hard like a fifth of vodka And bring your clique 'cause I'm a hard rock knocker I got you Out on a limb I'm about to push you off the brink Let you draw your craw But you burning shot breaks When the East is in the house you should come equipped Fly like a jet Sting like a hornet Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it Dirty rotten scoundrels is crushing fools No joke With styles more fatal than second hand smoke Don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor 'Cause I blow up spots like the World Trade Center Come with the super trooper on his assault mission The tech's technique ' Cause he's a technician Wishing he'll go away won't help the weapons stop The skills are shot 'Cause any idiot can let off a glock Hard rock smelling the clutch of this untoucha' You claim you got beef on the streets So what you going to do when real niggaz roll up on you? And you don't got your crew Pull your glock but you don't got the heart You was webbed straight from the start Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it Got lost in Brooklyn So you had to lose it Just for fronting you got that ass waxed Correcting wrong lyrics Fixing missing lines Removing extra lines Updating to official version Switching between clean/explicit (official) Fixing line breaks or spacing Correcting stanza/section order Removing unofficial annotations or brackets Correcting punctuation or capitalization Fixing spelling/typo errors Removing non-lyric content Standardizing formatting Other (explain below) Lyrics saved successfully! Thanks! These lyrics are currently locked and can only be edited by moderators and administrators. You must be logged in to edit lyrics. Unable to save lyrics. Please try again. Lyrics cannot contain links. Lyric edit submitted successfully and is pending approval. Approvals usually take 24 hours. 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