Front Street

Woah
 Woah, woah, woah, woah
 Woah, woah, woah, woah
 Bankhead, we ain't never scared
 You heard what Lil' Mark said
 D4L put it down, radio gotta play it
 Still on that front street
 Fuckin? with them young G's
 Cicero, Martin Luther King
 Bankhead boys all down with me
 Harris home still my home
 County boys got them toys for y'all haters
 [Incomprehensible]
 Can't pull my card, I'm Mookie B, the dope E mate
 Paper chasin', weildin' it, grab the mike
 And keep that motherfucker, stay crunk
 Front street, woah, front street, woah
 Front street, woah, front street, woah
 Front street, woah, front street, woah
 Woah, woah, woah, woah
 Big trucks, big bucks, stunt man stay flexed up
 Ice on my wrist to my motherfuckin' neck up
 Y'all niggas ain't never heard of me
 Like that song called Shit Me
 Ain't too fly for a ki, lemme get that price to me
 Hit me on my cell phone 44368
 Posted on that front street
 Get there check and don't be late
 Label me the bad guy, cash flow it multiply
 Never seen so much money in my bank
 It stacked so high
 Front street, woah, front street, woah
 Front street, woah, front street, woah
 Front street, woah, front street, woah
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 That's front street, woah get geeked like O
 Like Stunt ain't got no rap give 'em 2 dollars Fabo
 I can pop like lo, make you bend your knees till your hips go
 Next time you think first before you run your lip, hoe
 I was born Evangelist, see Bankhead ain't havin' it
 E for real, got the trap locked down
 They front street rappin? it
 245's on that new Rov, oh
 Sucker you will die when that front street, woah
 I pop, I roll, won? t beat at the trap door
 And a hundred D4L fans runnin' through that back door
 Woah, woah, he'll do it now
 Woah, woah, she'll do it now
 Front street, woah, front street, woah
 Front street, woah, front street, woah
 Front street, woah, front street, woah
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 Swerve like this through that front street woah
 Range Rov, 24's with a pocket full of dough
 I'm lo, get? em lo, let 'em know, shoot a bow
 Oh no, D4L done walked through the door
 And we high off dro, knockin' haters to the flo?
 Make a way to the bar for tha Cris and the Mo?
 Fabo geeked up, do your dance on a hoe
 He done popped another Sprewell spinnin' like O
 Like woah, nigga, spinnin' like woah
 Like woah, nigga, spinnin' like woah
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 Front street, woah, front street, woah
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 Front street, woah, front street, woah
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