[Intro]
Yo
This is dedicated to all the fake suckas at home
Watching the videos, then going outside trying to portray this stuff
You know what I’m saying?
You living on front street

[Chorus]
Gotta get away, find a place to stay
Cos brothers they be illing on front street
Gotta get away, find a place to stay
Cos brothers they be illing on front street

[Verse 1: Phat Kat]
Now everyday I turn around, I see fellas on the block
Telling war stories, talking bout killing cops
Bragging on they guns just for fun
Pour fire the title they been know as the daily murder one
They rolling [?], they packing automatic weapons
But each and every one of them are known for half stepping
Johns all talk, Willy Thomas is a toy
And the twins Ray and Jay, both of them are mommas boys
And n***as, them same n***as, yeah they tried to play me
Like a little sucka, even disobey me
Da n***a Phat Kat, pay them chumps don't never mind
Cuz the rest of my life, won't be spent doing jail time
All the wannabes lookin at me hard, tryna be like Dr. Dre or Snoop Doggy Dog
Check it
All the wannabes lookin at me hard, tryna be like Dr. Dre or Snoop Doggy Dog
Living out the tape life, thinking its reality
Bragging on the next mans dope game salary
When will I go, when will I retreat, and get the hell away from this front street
I gotta go
[Chorus]
Gotta get away find a place to stay
Cos brothers they be killing on front street
Gotta get away find a place to stay
Cos brothers they be killing on front street

Gotta get away find a place to stay
Cos brothers they be killing on front street
Gotta get away find a place to stay
Cos brothers they be killing on front street

[Verse2: Phat Kat]
Yo
With saturday I'm cooling at the mall with my lady
Just because I'm making dollars, n***as wanna disobey me
And play me
Like I was a no name punk
When this saw me walking down, so overheard em talking junk
Reggie thinks he tough so the other suckas follow
But they all fake, drinking water out a vodka bottle
So I just laugh, and went about my way
Cos I wasn't gonna let the little punk spoil my day, hey
Why do brothers fake and front like they tough
When they with their crew, but when they by themselves you call their bluff
I ain't got time for these silly chump games
Its a shame, n***as fronting hard to get a name
So I just push along and mind my own
Im pissed off, thats why I took it out in this long song
So now I think I’ll just retreat
And get the hell away from this front street
So now I think I’ll just retreat
And get the hell away from this front street
I gotta go
[Chorus]
Gotta get away find a place to stay
Cos brothers they be killing on front street
Gotta get away find a place to stay
Cos brothers they be killing on front street

Gotta get away find a place to stay
Cos brothers they be killing on front street
Gotta get away find a place to stay
Cos brothers they be killing on front street