Buckshot - Don't Front lyrics

[Verse 1] Used to get bent, now I represent to the fullest Pencil is full of insolent bullets I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott' Mixed with a toxic, the plot begins to thicken I begin to spittin', like vintage Pac Demented, demonic, sinister Ever since the the Doc replenished me The day he gave me that shot when I was just 'bout to quit So to not see him with me would be a shocking image And I'm the definition of what a concrete chin is ‘Cause no matter how many times you sock me in it And knock me to the canvas Even the boxing critics know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have a Rocky finish Eat me brocoli, spinach, co*ky? Nope But I hope I offended you when I told ya how dope I am at this And put emphasis on the "dope" So when names come up, in that conversation of who's the dopest, better throw mine in it And don't mind me, while I remind you of the flow You won't find anywhere, when it fires and I unload My pen explodes 'til there's no rhymes in it Reload in no time, let insults fly every 60 seconds that go by So you know I meant it In school I was so shy, timid Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member Begging my mom for K-Mart McGregors ‘Cause they were new St. Vincent de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no size fitted But kissed them old days, adiós, I did it They said I was a gimmick Now I'm the one that those guys mimic Now you f**ers don't wanna go starting no argument ‘Cause you know I'll win it Name a flow that's more authentic, and don't front [Hook: Buckshot] You know I got you open, kid, don't front You know I got you open, word, don't front You know I got you open, kid, yo why you frontin'? You know I got you open, kid [Verse 2] Rest in peace to Big Proof You was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me Molded my flow off of you, your spirit's flowing through me I love you, Doody, without you I feel so incomplete I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be thrown at my feet I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown into a throne Better watch the f**ing tone that you speak Feel like I'm in the zone, I'm in a whole different league On my mothaf**in' own, it's just me No opponents can compete And I've never been known to retreat From beef, be beat, follow trends or wallow in defeat I'm still hungry as f**, but can't even say "Bon appétit!" ‘Cause I don't know what to eat f**ing microphone or the beat b**h, nobody's mind works like mine It's nose to the grindstone time, holmes, your mind's blown ‘Cause I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed Up in the Ebony Show-case With Denaun screaming "Who the f** pa**ed you the mic?" Never asked you like my sh** from the get I'd rather ask you to wipe my a**, b**h You had you a nice run, now take a hike I ever meet my match, I'ma strike that b**h first ‘Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers The real rappers get their mothaf**in' sk**s crackin' Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the f** not? You don't like it? s** a co*k! Almost forgot Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down ‘Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothaf** Loud They jerked me around, so what's up now? Wow, how much of an a**hole would I sound like Rubbing it in and holding some grudge now? But don't front [Hook: Buckshot] You know I got you open, kid, don't front You know I got you open, word, don't front You know I got you open, kid, yo why you frontin'? You know I got you open, kid [Verse 3] Late at night, used to catch a buzz, couldn't write Now I write the type of sh** to make you wipe But wear diapers, ‘cause you might leave a streak I'm on a streak windshield wipers couldn't wipe It's hard to decipher what cypher I might jump into tonight ‘Cause I'm hyper or something Needing someone or something is lighting This fire under me, it's breathing new life It's like I already died once I guess some people only live twice, and it's funny My days of being broke were so long ago I lost all concept of money But you dimes won't get a f**ing nickle from me Oh sh**, I'm down on one knee I'm having a stroke of genius Elizabeth, I'm coming to you, honey From boy to man And still make a who*e moan, like a thyroid gland I'm in another category, man Don't put me up with them pop stars I never needed a pat on the back to get at a boy, band No offense? Yes offense Precedents has been set that'll never get met Middle finger pressed against Moby's nose Shouts to Obie, the curtains closed on my show But never forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it You can't take it, oh Got a whole generation of rappers coming up That are nutty with the flow But convince me you've heard An MC since me who's as good With the f**ing mincing of words, without mincing words that'll make you feel like I'm pinching a nerve Who's mentally disturbed You might as well stick a knife in me and turn It'll be like my skin being Indian burned Hah, b**h, there isn't one, when will you learn? Never been served, if memory serves I'd battle that 'til my own recollection remembers these words [Outro: Buckshot] You know I got you open kid, stop frontin' You know I got you open, Word Life