STREETLIFE - Everybody Is Frontin' lyrics
rate me[Intro: La Banga (Carlton Fisk)]Blaat, Liveson (Scoob Doo), Live gangstas[Choruse: La Banga & Carlton Fisk]Everbodies a killa, ain't nobody killin nothinEr'bodies guerilla, ain't banana clippin nothinThat's why I get the feeling that everybody's frontinCuz if everybody wasn't, why isn't everyone bustin[Carlton Fisk]It's a jungle, I got animal waysWolf pack, bubble a hazeHouse Gang, we out the cageHear that *click click*, next nigga pop the gaugeBout a paper and a jump shot, he not afraidCops are raid, cameras got the block displayedGettin money, hittin strips, keep it hot for daysOnly message being sent when I part your wavesMoses at the Red Sea, start to prayLife you save could be your own, but not todayNiggas out here seem to have alot to sayFronting for nothin till them shots pop your wayRound here the weather year round, hot all dayJust another nigga I had to mash out the waySomethin for nothin, now niggas got to paySilence the revolver nigga, not a glock todayFuck around, House Gang, and I'm out your way, what![Chorus][Streetlife]You not the nigga you think you are reallyYou act like, butcha not ready for war reallyIt's not an issue, you was never officialYou was never known in the hood for popping your pistolNow, all of a sudden, you'se a killa in the industryStop fronting for real, nigga, I know your historyYou got shot in the crossfire, you wasn't the targetRest in peace to the dearly departedYou the reason why your brother's a corpse, your man is up northWhy your baby mom be sucking me offYou not a killa you just fronting alot, you just holding a glockYou not thinking bout busting a shotProbably run with the gun in your hand, true definition of fanYou don't wanna see no parts of the canYeah the type that get loud in the crowd, but when I single you outRamp course'll be wheeling you out[Chorus][La Banga]Ayo I'm tryin to be a better partnerAyo I'm tryin to be a better father, So I just work harderPatience can't go farther, I'm trying hard not to work with a revolverI'm tryin to work with these offers, trying to keep the Jake off usIn the long run, hand to hands cost usJust cuz of the purchase of the custeeMake us lack somethin, get rustyJust gather your bread, secret indicments is comin aheadAnd hope to get lucky, I know I'm a hot commottityAnd these niggas will help the jake hunt meI ain't prayin, nope they can't just punk meMore the Predator typeBy assaulting me, you only gettin me hypeAnd energy to show my animal rightsIf I ain't feelin alright, be on your p's, cuz I'm bringin the pipeSOS, so shoot on sightYou got heat? Let's start lighting the lightIf you don't you that weak when you living this lifeThis shit is actualy, what we kickin is tightIt's mixed with truth, low & personal gripesI'm hurting you right, diggin into your personal lifeHouse Gang![Chorus 2X]
