Frontline WC (Ft. DJ Crazy Toones)

"Man, Dub, I don't even think they even believe in the Barracuda, Man!
I think they doubting!"

Basslines affect me, niggas respect me
Cause my flows is deadly and I'm a Connect G
And they know I'm ready cause my gun's directly
Right where their neck be and I'll make the TEC breathe

Climbing out of the manhole
With three creases in my flannel
The party's over, blow out the candles

Bitch niggas to the back
Throw your hands up and guard yours
Cause in the front I just wanna see the hardcore

Now look, ninety-nine point nine point nine per cent gonna be all on my dick
Like I spit when I drop this shit
That other 1 per cent is gonna be yelling "Boo!"
On the Internet talking shit and hiding like you

Faggot ass niggas
Aiming the thing, thing to leave you brainless
Snatching bikinis off you fake gangsters

Spank you, bank you lamesters all you all pranksters
Impatiently waiting to shank you I've been so anxious
Nigga back to grip the pistol ripping a (shut your mouth!) instrumental
Still that four fingers up two twisted in the middle