The Front

[Verse 1: Madlib & (Quasimoto)] (Hey Madlib, what's the word for the day?) I got to get all this stress off my chest One of my closest niggas told me he had to get a vest Some niggas might be rolling up to his rest Talking about they going to rob him, put his manhood to the test (Why brothers got to act so scandalous?) (Mad at us) 'cos we ain't no janitors Always looking at me smiling, popping off the lip Asking how much I clock, talking about my grip Talking about how they saw me in a magazine, "you're looking clean" (What's up with hooking up my team?) - Man, I ain't got no label [Hook] When I ain't around, my name always up in your mouth Your whole story is fishy like you went down South Acting like you've been around me before I was paying dues You'll never know what I've been through until you've been in these shoes (true) [Bridge] Everybody want to act like they know Everybody want to act, fake, front Triple egos [Verse 2: Madlib] Snakes all around my back, trying to see where I at Suckers acting like they know me Met them last night and now they're talking about that they my homies Yo it, always get frustrating when a nigga starts hating And then be out like Walter Payton Only see them when they need something But never ever see them when you need something That's how it's been so I don't play the fool nigga You should too, go back to school Prepare to get used, like honeys on booze, fools You choose whether you want to lose [Hook] But when I ain't around, my name always up in your mouth Your whole story is fishy like you went down South Acting like you've been around me before I was paying dues You'll never know what I've been through until you've been in these shoes (true) (Now I see) - Just another day, God bless