No Fronts (Tribute in the Style of Dog Eat Dog)

No fronts no tricks no soap box politics
No guns just blunts we kick this just for fun
We come with the fat joints
To uplift the moods
Big up to people catchin' on this groove
This is Dog Eat Dog not a snitch or a snoop
I might chew a bone but don’t call me pooch
We’re not braggin — No
Are we laggin — Never
I can already see we got your tail waggin'
I could doggy bad ya
Or have you for lunch
The answer is no now — who fronts?
ducing the kids who get loose
Microphone check one to the deuce
Deuce to the tre relax and parlay
With the 4−5-6 we roll hits
Flip the script to move your hips
Flavor we kick the boom to the bip
The boom to the bap ABK type fat
Strapped with crazy herbs and that’s that
Alright kid what ya want ya get
S.G. Dog Eat Dog represent
You know the time so act like you know
Listen to the way this ill shit flow
We travel around all boro, any city
Some got beef but they wont get to me
If you come correct and your vibes are true
Peace to your crew
We’re looking out for you