Don’t Front

From G-Unit Radio 22 Hip Hop Is Dead Verse Two2006

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Don’t Front

[Intro] Ohhhhh Yeah It's 50 You should love me I'm back on the streets, man Tell a friend to tell a friend Ha ha You should love me [Chorus] Don't front You know I got you open, it's the original hustler, it's the original crook (Fuck that) Don't stunt I leave ya head open, put a buck 50 across your face my man (Fuck that) Don't front You know I got you open, it's the original hustler, it's the original crook (Fuck that) Don't stunt I leave ya head open, put a buck 50 across your face my man (Fuck that) [Verse 1] Yeah, I'm fuckin' with blow pills that dribble snow (Uh-huh) Cook two fifty come back with a extra O This is Bentley GT talk, it's easy like Sunday morning Up and down like a seesaw the prices goin' (Ohhh!) So bag that, pump that, get stacks, click clack On any nigga that fuck with the cash flow jack (Uh-huh) I give it to you smooth now, Maybach 62 stylе Slicker than new now, you know how I do, pal (Ohhh!) It's kinda foul how I do things, heinous 64 on Daytons and it's candy paintеd, I can't be faded Or persuaded, outta position, na-na-na nigga listen Get acquainted with the starts, got a fetish for the cars (Oh!) And a thing for exotic bitches, they know who they are Man, this ain't the first time I been in they bra I live today, today, I'm not promised tomor' (Yeah!) [Chorus] Don't front You know I got you open, it's the original hustler, it's the original crook (Fuck that) Don't stunt I leave ya head open, put a buck 50 across your face my man (Fuck that) Don't front You know I got you open, it's the original hustler, it's the original crook (Fuck that) Don't stunt I leave ya head open, put a buck 50 across your face my man (Fuck that) [Verse 2] This is for the niggas turned con, doin' his bid For the wolves ridin' 'round tryna find a jux, kid This is better than good I'm the voice of the hood As the birds fly You could stare at the sky Pray the game change but'll stay the same Full of heartbreaks and pain, I know you feelin' me, mane You know after the laugher, comes the tears Direct sale, make bail, jump bail, it's real If the Ds don't catch you then the stick-up kids will You give that up smooth or get hit with that steel You fuck around and have to eat a hollow tip meal Not a Happy Meal, hollow tips kill For real This is 50 Fuck with me [Chorus] Don't front You know I got you open (Damn), it's the original hustler, it's the original crook Don't stunt (This is what it is) I leave ya head open, put a buck 50 across your face my man (This is what it is, I feel so good) Don't front You know I got you open, it's the (Unbelievably good right now) original hustler, it's the original crook (I feel like I felt) Don't stunt (Right before Get Rich Or Die Tryin' came out) I leave ya head open, put a buck 50 across your face my man (Nah I mean?) [Outro] I'm just sparrin', I'm gettin' ready for the fight, you nah I mean This my third album Ah man, you better buckle your seat belt, I'ma take you for a ride this time, baby Ya mean, this makes me feel good when I'm playin', around and I sound better than Than serious efforts You know I mean? They be dead serious in there, bobbin' to some garbage A&R tellin' them "it's hot", it's not You know I mean, it's your man 50 Holla at me, man I'm out here, man Doin' good, man, I'm gettin' ready to go to Steak House Get me somethin' to eat, nah I'm sayin'? Y'all ain't gettin' none of the steak tho I got right here, I'm not sharin' with nobody Feel me (Baby) I hate when I go out wit a, shordy and she wanna, order something and, have what she got and have a little bit of what I got I'm not with that If you want steak, you order a steak too, your own steak though You pay for your own steak, you know what I mean It's 50 Ohhhh We gon' Dutch, baby Ha hah, ha hah You should love me You know I mean? you don't love me you gotta question yourself why, don't you love 50, you know I'm sayin'? I'm special Nuthin' People are born everyday Niggas like me aren't born everyday Trust me on that, I'm a special kind of nigga Nah I mean? It might be Southside though, I think, I think it's something in the water You know I mean? Some turn us crazy, some make a nigga act like they act The same water must be in the, in, the entire 7-1-8- area code Ha ha hah But you should love me You should love me I'm back on the streets, man

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"Don’t Front" is a song by 50 Cent from the album G-Unit Radio 22 Hip Hop Is Dead Verse Two, released in 2006.

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