Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Future, artist - Bootleg.
Date of issue: 29.03.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Future |
Eric Breed |
Bootleg |
Uh, give it to me |
Part 2 baby |
I got dollas in my pocket, not from rollin' (hustlers) |
I’m a Navigator rider, it ain’t stolen (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) |
(Verse 1: MC 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 to this Flint shit |
Why you hatin' us nigga, still gonna rip shit |
E-double, I proclaim the name |
And you can watch a nigga bubble up and change the game |
I 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 of a street scholar |
Fuck an Impala |
I want a 600 runnin', and when you see me holla, holla |
See they swearin' I’m a criminal I’m puttin' Breed on the macks |
'Cause I keep the paint jobs all original |
Them 20s will cover plenty of ground when I’m in your town |
Fuck around, get clowned when I come around |
I put it down all that talkin' ain’t nothin' |
And I’mma tell you once again ain’t no future in your motherfuckin' frontin' |
(Bootleg) |
Yo Yo Yo Don’t make me shoot ya fool ain’t no future in your frontin' |
Me and Eric Breed here to break ya off 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 (Call him I.D.) |
All that talkin' that you doin' that ain’t nothin' |
Me and Eric 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' |