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Diamond - "You Cant Front (Shit Is Real)"
Lyrics to You Cant Front (Shit Is Real) : (feat. Lord Finesse, Sadat X) "Ayo, what the fuck is this'" "Yo, thats that shit I was telling you about. Thats that Sadat X, Diamond D, and Lord Finesse beat." "Oh okay, alright alright." Ayo you know the shit is real (So dont front, jack) Yo, you know the shit is real (So dont front) Ayo you know the shit is real (So dont front, jack) Ayo you know the shit is real (You cant front) [Sadat X] Hmmm, straight to my toes making shit that hits The brothers often say that the quiet bald head Is like a bad motherfucker Now Rule bread and uptown fame Two to the head, what, daddy listen up Ayo, dont beat me over the head with that dumb shit, dad This is the type of shit I do, and Diamond me and you Along with your crew and the Nubians, too Made up some next shit, ayo but wash it off the skit Rapping in this whole soul over, that know from 'throw over' Who was in the rough, but Al said Im the roughest Yo buck, this shit is hot, Diamond, you know how I feel Every time you call my crib you get some wreck shit is real I come with herbs and verbs, always a step ahead You cant nap on the dap cause its wide The X will provide all souls aside Who gets the past but if your shit sounds trash You gotta go, I got a lot of soul, yo Old enough to know a real move from a brother Tell you who gets nuff or whos just pulling a brush Uptown stay the same, 2000 got the coochies Peace to Unique, mega Oreo got the lucci Bald heads run around, hey my man you got some stubble Rob G cut me low, let these cats know That when I chopped off my box, it opened up some next shit I hold next slow to make the old age grew Then I kicked it up, next spice lights Shortys doing his own thing, the man with the knife Check it out, yo, Sadat X and Diamond D with the 93 shit You know the shit is real (You cant front, Jack) Yo, you know the shit is real (You cant front) Yo, you know the shit is real (You cant front, Jack) Yo, you know the shit is real (You cant front) [Diamond] Ayo Im telling you now, its the chubby kid from 125th street Chopping motherfuckers into pieces of mincemeat Back up boy, dont try to play me like a pipsqueak Dont even want to hear no words if your shits weak Cause where I come from you might get done Like a steak on a seasame seed bun I got the mad flow, niggas drink they hassle They contemplate my name and then they say "Shortys bad" so Come on give me my props You can call it for your little sister or your moms and your pops Straight from the ghetto, and 'you the birds' Stunts that used to front get kicked to the curb With the quickness, Im rhyming over the beats with the thickness So run to the store so you can get this And memorize the words so the next time you here it you can kick this Yeah, no time for faking, stay away from bacon I clock Gs from the beats that Im making Niggas was sleeping, but now have awakened Ask the Boriquas, ask the Jamacians Whos the man in the hot seat' Giving niggas chills like Ralph in 'Hot Sea' Im sending niggas back to bed Like an overdose of Actifed Its just a taste of the 93 shit Ayo, it aint no secret Ayo, you know the shit is real (You cant front, Jack) Yo, you know the shit is real (You cant front) Hey, you know the shit is real (You cant front, Jack) Yo, you know the shit is real (You cant front) [Lord Finesse] Check it, it aint nothing you can gain from it (Its the Funky Man) And aint a damn thing changed, money I lounge on the downlow MCs be fronting like they funky but theu cant fuck around though Niggas I spare none, I never shoot a fair one And I write rhymes more than bitches get their hair done My shits butter, word to mother Rhyme with the mic in one hand and hold my dick with the other (Finesse is the man) Yeah, howd you know' Cause my style of flow is smoother than Al Jarreu Im no joke with the fast or small raps Me and Diamond go back like mocknecks and overlaps So by now you gots to figure Im not the best motherfucker but Im better than a lot of niggas And in a battle you can pick the winner The way I drop heavy shit youd think I ate grits for dinner You want to bet' Then call your bookie Cause Im breaking niggas up like motherfucking fortune cookies Check it out while I play post And say peace on out, Ill catch you folks on a later note [Diamond gives shoutouts to fade] [ You Cant Front (Shit Is Real) Lyrics ]
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