Ain't No Frontin
Song by Nite Owl
E
Utt uh, Utt uh
No frontin
No frontin allowed
No frontin
No frontin allowed
No frontin
Aint no frontin ova here
Whatchu Whatchu say
And aint no frontin ova here
No frontin
No frontin allowed
I don’t think you hear me clear, aint no frontin ova here
How many times I gotta say I’m the truth
Real deal while these other rappers lie in the booth
I’m in the lab with a pen and a pad writin my ass off
Sick with the flow boy I stay with a bad cough
Naw it aint contagious, more like outrageous
Got a catalog of rhymes, you can turn the pages
Never shine a light on me cuz I don’t need it
Pictures in my crib of me everywhere I’m so conceited
Naw they just gifts from friends, fans, and family
And I still get respect from people that can’t stand me
The proof is in the pudding cream rise to the top
It takes more to have the city on lock than just rappin
Nut ridin and jaw jackin is at all time high
Miss me keep passin me by
Name droppin just to get you some props
That shit it really needs to stop
This is where I thicken the plot
It’s no frontin nah no frontin allowed
I don’t think you hear me clear, aint no frontin ova here
It’s no frontin (utt uh)
No frontin allowed
I don’t think you hear me clear, aint no frontin ova here
Now step back, gimme room
Step back, gimme room
Step back, 50 feet
Step back, 50 feet
I came here for no frontin just say a little somethin
About the skills I possess, and the beats that’s thumpin
Thoughts stay pumpin, adrenalin runnin
I articulate my words forever, it’s so stuntin
Ink stay jottin haters stay plottin
The rhyme still slick and the track stay knockin
Sam on the produc, leavin the game stuck
Think you beating me one on one, well yeah good luck
I’m that cat that’ll jam you up, stick you for your own track
Then turn around and demand a cut
Shit I’m crazy like a random nut
I’ll blind date that ass, yeah they call me Mr. stand em up
I can tell by the look in your eye that your bitch made
Not fast on your feet, nor quick like a switchblade
I’m a hand grenade, I’m blowing the spot
The tick and the boom, the legion of doom
Click clack clearin the room
Naw no frontin allowed
I don’t think you hear me clear, aint no frontin ova here
It’s no frontin (utt uh)
No frontin allowed
I don’t think you hear me clear, aint no frontin ova here
Now step back, gimme room
Step back, gimme room
Step back, 50 feet
Step back, 50 feet
No frontin
No frontin allowed
No frontin
No frontin allowed
No frontin
Aint no frontin ova here
Whatchu Whatchu say
And aint no frontin ova here
No frontin
No frontin allowed
I don’t think you hear me clear, aint no frontin ova here
How many times I gotta say I’m the truth
Real deal while these other rappers lie in the booth
I’m in the lab with a pen and a pad writin my ass off
Sick with the flow boy I stay with a bad cough
Naw it aint contagious, more like outrageous
Got a catalog of rhymes, you can turn the pages
Never shine a light on me cuz I don’t need it
Pictures in my crib of me everywhere I’m so conceited
Naw they just gifts from friends, fans, and family
And I still get respect from people that can’t stand me
The proof is in the pudding cream rise to the top
It takes more to have the city on lock than just rappin
Nut ridin and jaw jackin is at all time high
Miss me keep passin me by
Name droppin just to get you some props
That shit it really needs to stop
This is where I thicken the plot
It’s no frontin nah no frontin allowed
I don’t think you hear me clear, aint no frontin ova here
It’s no frontin (utt uh)
No frontin allowed
I don’t think you hear me clear, aint no frontin ova here
Now step back, gimme room
Step back, gimme room
Step back, 50 feet
Step back, 50 feet
I came here for no frontin just say a little somethin
About the skills I possess, and the beats that’s thumpin
Thoughts stay pumpin, adrenalin runnin
I articulate my words forever, it’s so stuntin
Ink stay jottin haters stay plottin
The rhyme still slick and the track stay knockin
Sam on the produc, leavin the game stuck
Think you beating me one on one, well yeah good luck
I’m that cat that’ll jam you up, stick you for your own track
Then turn around and demand a cut
Shit I’m crazy like a random nut
I’ll blind date that ass, yeah they call me Mr. stand em up
I can tell by the look in your eye that your bitch made
Not fast on your feet, nor quick like a switchblade
I’m a hand grenade, I’m blowing the spot
The tick and the boom, the legion of doom
Click clack clearin the room
Naw no frontin allowed
I don’t think you hear me clear, aint no frontin ova here
It’s no frontin (utt uh)
No frontin allowed
I don’t think you hear me clear, aint no frontin ova here
Now step back, gimme room
Step back, gimme room
Step back, 50 feet
Step back, 50 feet