"Ain't No Future In Yo Frontin" lyrics

"Ain't No Future In Yo Frontin"
(originally by MC Breed & DFC)

To the beat, y'all!
Yes! This'll always sound good to me
Rest in peace, MC Breed

This sound hard, somethin' juggalos gonna jam to
Give the record a second 'cause I plan to
Hit the people like a scene of a amazement
And while they slippin' back my feet is planted in the pavement
Crumble I could never do
Shotgun pointed dead at you, what are you gonna do?
You listen to the knowledge of a sensei
You wanna get high? We gonna touch the sky
Throw the "Wicked Clown" up, proclaim the name
We don't show no shame, 'cause we crushed the lame
I'm like a rhino runnin' through the roughest path
They figure I'm a trigger-happy killer, so they step back
Freeze! Because we's the coldest
Who lasts the longest and who's the boldest?
It ain't a game, it's plain to see
You listen to the sounds of Breed (Through the ICP)

You don't stop! To the beat, y'all!
It ain't no future in your frontin'
You don't stop! To the beat, y'all! You don't stop!

I never got caught with a kilo
And if you ever do, yo, you never be with me, yo
Always getting head 'cause I love the way it feel, yo
Leave the crowd bald 'cause it's wigs that I peel, yo
Never have to worry 'bout my crew getting jumped
And if we ever do, Legz Diamond pop the trunk
We don't go for playin', unless you playin' with my balls
When I'm on the mic I'm not for playin', not at all
'Cause I fuck ten hoes a week boomin' at my peak
Twenty years on stage, but I still get geeked
I can give you a job, a place to eat hearty
And we all gettin' rowdy at a Hatchet Man party
Takin' over, barkin' like a dog named Rover (Woof!)
Backyard full of four-leaf clovers
If you're bitin' like a venomous cobra
I sharpen my axe up and then I'm coming over

You don't stop! To the beat, y'all!
It ain't no future in your frontin'
You don't stop! To the beat, y'all! You don't stop!

Joe B, R to the U-C-E and
Down with my homie M-E-C and Joey and
Suckers causin' static, 'cause we still be disagreein'
I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm from D-E-T-R-O-I-T
The city where pity runs low
If you ever shoot through my city, now you know
That we are strictly business and we also got our pride
And if you don't like it, I suggest you break wide
Juggalotus hot like hellfire, can't deny it
Fuck the fake weed, if it's legal, I don't buy it
I ain't got time to front with these hoes
Blow my fucking ding-a-ling until it explodes
That's the way I am, every ninja be different
When we order Faygo, three semis for the shipment
If I was the president, then I would state facts
And rule the fucking world with a solid-gold axe
Ain't no future in your frontin'

You don't stop! To the beat, y'all!
It ain't no future in your frontin'
You don't stop! To the beat, y'all! You don't stop!

Stick my damn foot angle deep in your colon
When I go insane, no it ain't no controllin'
Put my name Shaggy on everything I own
I once stole a Jeep, put a gat up to his dome
Shined it up good, kickin' through the neighborhood
Carnival of Carnage beatin' out the Kenwood
First I gripped around in it, then I had it chopped
Wove past mad cops but I never got stopped
Ain't no future in your frontin'

You don't stop! To the beat, y'all!
It ain't no future in your frontin'
You don't stop! To the beat, y'all! You don't stop!
Bring that shit, bring it
To the beat, y'all! You don't stop!
To the beat, y'all! You don't stop!
To the beat, y'all! You don't stop!

I said fuck all the rules of the world
Live my life raw, 'cause I never liked the law
[?] a black truck, on my ass, Bentleys
Half my old crew turned to crack-headed fiends
I put in mad work, but I never break a sweat
It's time to move out, my posse sayin' (bet)
You got my back, and I got yours
What time is it? Hm, tear down the doors

To the beat, y'all! You don't stop! To the beat, y'all!
It ain't no future in your frontin'
Never was, cuz, yo, Mike, drop that, drop that
To the beat, y'all! You don't stop!
To the beat, y'all!
To the beat, y'all!
To the beat, y'all!
You don't stop!


Writer(s): Leroy Bonner, Marshall Eugene Jones, Ralph Middlebrooks, Gregory A. Webster, Walter Morrison, Andrew Noland, Marvin R. Pierce, Eric Breed, Norman Bruce Napier
album: "The Mighty Death Pop!" (2012)
Insane Clown Posse - The Mighty Death Pop! album cover
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Lost In The Music
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Up Ya Ass (Outtake)
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Ghetto Rainbows (Soft Ass R-N-B Remix)
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Forever (Extended Geto Mix)
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Prelude
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Jump Around
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Shout
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Ain't No Future In Yo Frontin
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Hold Still
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Bitch Betta Have My Money
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Night Of The Living Baseheads
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Beautiful (Indestructible)
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Mind Playin Tricks On Me
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State Of Shock
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Love For Dem Gangsters
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Guess My Religion
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