Текст песни Diamond f Lord Finesse, Sadat X - You Can`t Front (Shit is Real)
Diamond f Lord Finesse, Sadat X - You Can`t Front (Shit is Real) слова песни
"Ayo, what the fuck is this?" "Yo, that`s that shit I was telling you about. That`s that Sadat X, Diamond D, and Lord Finesse beat." "Oh okay, alright alright." Ayo you know the shit is real (So don`t front, jack) Yo, you know the shit is real (So don`t front) Ayo you know the shit is real (So don`t front, jack) Ayo you know the shit is real (You can`t front) [Sadat X]Hmmm, straight to my toes making shit that hitsThe brothers often say that the quiet bald headIs like a bad motherfuckerNow Rule bread and uptown fameTwo to the head, what, daddy listen upAyo, don`t beat me over the head with that dumb shit, dadThis is the type of shit I do, and Diamond me and youAlong with your crew and the Nubians, tooMade up some next shit, ayo but wash it off the skitRapping in this whole soul over, that know from ?throw over?Who was in the rough, but Al said I`m the roughestYo buck, this shit is hot, Diamond, you know how I feelEvery time you call my crib you get some wreck shit is realI come with herbs and verbs, always a step aheadYou can`t nap on the dap cause it`s wideThe X will provide all souls asideWho gets the past but if your shit sounds trashYou gotta go, I got a lot of soul, yoOld enough to know a real move from a brotherTell you who gets nuff or who`s just pulling a brushUptown stay the same, 2000 got the coochiesPeace to Unique, mega Oreo got the lucciBald heads run around, hey my man you got some stubbleRob G cut me low, let these cats knowThat when I chopped off my box, it opened up some next shitI hold next slow to make the old age grewThen I kicked it up, next spice lightsShorty`s doing his own thing, the man with the knifeCheck it out, yo, Sadat X and Diamond D with the `93 shit You know the shit is real (You can`t front, Jack) Yo, you know the shit is real (You can`t front) Yo, you know the shit is real (You can`t front, Jack) Yo, you know the shit is real (You can`t front)[Diamond]Ayo I`m telling you now, it`s the chubby kid from 125th streetChopping motherfuckers into pieces of mincemeatBack up boy, don`t try to play me like a pipsqueakDon`t even want to hear no words if your shit`s weakCause where I come from you might get doneLike a steak on a seasame seed bunI got the mad flow, niggas drink they hassleThey contemplate my name and then they say "Shorty`s bad" soCome on give me my propsYou can call it for your little sister or your moms and your popsStraight from the ghetto, and ?you the birds?Stunts that used to front get kicked to the curbWith the quickness, I`m rhyming over the beats with the thicknessSo run to the store so you can get thisAnd memorize the words so the next time you here it you can kick thisYeah, no time for faking, stay away from baconI clock G`s from the beats that I`m makingNiggas was sleeping, but now have awakenedAsk the Boriquas, ask the JamaciansWho`s the man in the hot seat?Giving niggas chills like Ralph in ?Hot Sea?I`m sending niggas back to bedLike an overdose of ActifedIt`s just a taste of the `93 shitAyo, it ain`t no secret Ayo, you know the shit is real (You can`t front, Jack) Yo, you know the shit is real (You can`t front) Hey, you know the shit is real (You can`t front, Jack) Yo, you know the shit is real (You can`t front)[Lord Finesse]Check it, it ain`t nothing you can gain from it(It`s the Funky Man) And ain`t a damn thing changed, moneyI lounge on the downlowMC`s be fronting like they funky but theu can`t fuck around thoughNiggas I spare none, I never shoot a fair oneAnd I write rhymes more than bitches get their hair doneMy shit`s butter, word to motherRhyme with the mic in one hand and hold my dick with the other(Finesse is the man) Yeah, how`d you know?Cause my style of flow is smoother than Al JarreuI`m no joke with the fast or small rapsMe and Diamond go back like mocknecks and overlaps So by now you gots to figureI`m not the best motherfucker but I`m better than a lot of niggasAnd in a battle you can pick the winnerThe way I drop heavy shit you`d think I ate grits for dinnerYou want to bet? Then call your bookieCause I`m breaking niggas up like motherfucking fortune cookiesCheck it out while I play postAnd say peace on out, I`ll catch you folks on a later note(Diamond gives shoutouts to fade)