Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death Before Dishonesty, artist - Bootleg.
Date of issue: 29.03.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Death Before Dishonesty |
M. Breed |
Bootleg |
Uh give it to me |
Part 2 baby |
I got dollas in my pocket, not from rollin'(hustlas) |
I’m a Navigator rider it ain’t stollin'(ballers) |
I get paid (mo money mo money mo mo money mo money mo) |
It ain’t no future in your frontin' |
(mo money mo money mo mo money mo money mo) |
(M.C. Breed) |
This shit bumpin’somethin’funky people gonna bump to jump to Hit em up do what you want to got you where I want you |
Ride on this real shit why you hattin’us nigga still gon rip shit |
E double I proclaim the name |
and you can watch a nigga bubble up and change the game |
Got a pocket full of money and weed that’s all I need |
sittin’waitin’on my nigga bout to get to get freed |
Got the knowledge on the streets Cali fuck an Impala |
I want a 600 runnin’and when you see me holla holla |
See me sin I’m a criminal puttin Breed on the macks |
cause I keep the paint jobs all original |
Them 20s will cover plenty of ground when I’m in you town |
Fuk around get clowned when I’come around |
I put it down all that talkin’ain’t nothin' |
I’m gon tell you once again ain’t no future in you motherfuckin’frontin' |
(Bootleg) |
Yo Yo Yo Don’t make me shoot ya fool ain’t no future in your frontin' |
Me M. Breed here to break ya of somethin' |
I’m the B-double O-T-L-E-G F-L-I-N-T soldiers somebody should have told ya I crush 'em clutchin’me Breed come to rush 'em |
you want to hear lyrics listen up while I bust 'em |
Sippin’on that Hen low inhale a good smoke now hold ya breath gag and choke |
Fools can’t fade already done made it Top of the line me and M. Breed are the dopest you can find |
In the industry cause we be workin’with that chemistry |
Magically takin’you to levels form gradually |
Breakin’you off from different angles and tangles sytematically |
Inhale exhale doin’automatically |
Ah ha now yall can ride to the Dayton Family and M. Breed breakin’em of worldwide |
Don’t hate the player, player hater hate the game |
You know who I am and all my thugs know my name |
Who am I (the B-double-O-T-L-E-G) |
Rap name (Bootleg) |
Street name (Party Highly) |
All that talkin’that you doin’that ain’t nothin' |
Me and M. Breed from Flint.(Flint town, MI hell yea, we in it) |
It ain’t no future in your frontin'… |
Flint town… |
It ain’t no future in your frontin' |
(M.C. Breed) |
Never got caught with a birdie |
Only ride 600 never ride dirty |
50 ones always wanna run and come search me Paper chasin’always wakes a nigga up early |
(Bootleg) |
And I got dollars in my pocket not from rollin' |
Since I’m not a fiend the my jewlery never stollin' |
Puttin’Bootleg on everything I own |
My white Navigator, 8 twelves on chrome |
It’s the return of the Dayton thugs fresh out of prison |
But I’m still bugged nothin’but slugs for me mugs |
Me and 3−6 tearin’up the club anybody violate the family is gettin’drugged |
Bootleg who said he can flow like I, I doubt it Besides that fact Relativity won’t allow it You can borrow my style but please bring it home |
Cause my style be missin’its owner when I’m gone |
Ain’t no future in your frontin' |