Front Street (Instrumental) 1st Down

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[Intro]
Yo
This is dedicated to all the fake suckas at home
Watching them videos, they ain’t going outside trying to portray this stuff
You know what I’m saying?
You living on front street

[Chorus]
Gotta get away find a place to stay
Cos brothers they be killing on front street
Gotta get away find a place to stay
Cos brothers they be killing on front street

[Verse 1: Phat Kat]
Now everyday I turn around, I see fellas on my block
Telling more stories talking bout killing cops
Bragging on they guns just for fun
Pour fire the title they been know as the daily murder one
They rolling [?] and packing automatic weapons
But each and every one of them is know for half stepping
Johns all talk, Willy Thomas is a talk
And the twins Ray and Jay both of thеm are mummas boys
And niggas, the same niggas that arе trying to play me
Like a little sucka, he even disobey me
Da nigga Phat Kat, pay those chumps that never rhyme
Cos the rest of my life, won't be spent doing jail time
All the wannabes lookin at me hard, trynna be like Dr. Dre or Snoop Doggy Dog
Check it
All the wannabes lookin at me hard, trynna be like Dr. Dre or Snoop Doggy Dog
Ripping out the tape light, thinking its reality
Bragging on the next mans dope game salary
When will I go, when will I retreat, and get the hell away from this front street
I gotta go