Stop Fronting

It's the return of the Mac-11, Mac-10 get up Hennessy liquor, some weed and a ciga' Ain't shit changed but the diamonds got bigga' Watch Mucho Frio, somethin' like a blizzard It's summertime it's hot, and you ain't got no Freeon I'm in the Bentley drop; to me you're a peon You got neon lights underneath your Nissan I got LeAnn Rimes passin' me the weed son Doin' ten miles per hour through New York Just ridin', bumpin' my new one You act like I'm not that, nigga that pop that Rounds at your top hat, Blazers and Slacks Fuck up your suit, send a couple of troops That'll go find your friends and get them to you Know the name; niggaz call me Bandana They wanna write me off, but my songs is bangers Bitch, stop fronting, you open off my chain Open off my watch, open off my range Nigga you fronting, you wide open off P Off the words I wrote to the beats Ayo, they talk shit behind my back, smile at my face They wanna hear what I hear and see what I see P, the God Emcee, I got a bottomless pit Sixteen, that's how I keep dropin' new shit This radio station, rotation, nigga I just made this I'm impatient, put my shit out now, shut that other shit down This the Mixtape, imagine how the album'll sound? I'm on tour with Mobb Deep, we out in Japan Australia and then we doin' Madison Square Then it's right back on the road with 50 and Em Rappers upset we last more longer than them At the club we gon' pop your lady if she's hot? She see we on the top, now she starrin' at my rocks I get in her box, and beat it up to socks I mean fuck her brains out, 'til she scream "Please stop" C'mon Bitch, stop fronting, you open off my chain Open off my watch, open off my range Nigga you fronting, you wide open off P Off the words I wrote to the beats Bitch, stop fronting, you open off my chain Open off my watch, open off my range Nigga you fronting, you wide open off P Off the words I wrote to the beats