J Dilla - That Front Street lyrics

Now every fake n***a nowadays tryna stunt Bragging about that jail stunt Knowing they get scared when they hear a tough guy grunt Living on front street, and its over-crowded The listening ma** like to applaud loud these fakeries Industry changing the roots, giving the boot to the real Style switching up over hoes and a deal Stealing, other's hard work Claiming that you did it since you came from the woodwork Popping cork, clubbing late night watching booty twerk The perks of soul selling, and I'm just sayin' Never will I quit being me, you can't pay me not to be I rap for me, music, and the angel of mommy Quote me, every man has a dream But it takes the drive to achieve what he seek If his future bleak then I speak Knowledge so he can grow his family tree All from the water of the mind So stop it, with all that murder crime talk All you really do homie is that Jay Walk Claims from others that you like to push rock Get the u-haul and move to the front block. (iiii)