Stop Fronting
Prodigy Lyrics


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It's the return of the Mack-11
Mack-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 niggas 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 MC, 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!

Overall Meaning

In "Stop Fronting," Prodigy of Mobb Deep boasts about his wealth, fame and status in the music industry. He raps about how he's changed very little despite his increased success, and how his diamonds have only gotten bigger. He suggests that others are trying to imitate him, but they can't measure up to his accomplishments. Prodigy also takes shots at his haters and critics, arguing that they want to bring him down but he keeps churning out hit songs. Overall, the song is a display of confidence and defiance.


Line by Line Meaning

It's the return of the Mac-11, Mac-10 get up
I'm back with my firearms, ready to take on anyone who challenges me


Hennessy liquor, some weed and a ciga'
I'm indulging in some alcohol, marijuana, and a cigar to relax


Ain't shit changed but the diamonds got bigga'
My style may be the same, but my jewelry has improved


Watch Mucho Frio, somethin' like a blizzard
I'm watching a movie with a lot of action and excitement


It's summertime it's hot, and you ain't got no Freeon
It's hot outside and you don't have the necessary resources to cool down


I'm in the Bentley drop; to me you're a peon
I'm in my expensive car while you are insignificant to me


You got neon lights underneath your Nissan
You may have some flashy lights under your car, but it doesn't compare to my luxury vehicle


I got LeAnn Rimes passin' me the weed son
I'm smoking marijuana with LeAnn Rimes


Doin' ten miles per hour through New York
I'm cruising slowly through the city


Just ridin', bumpin' my new one
I'm enjoying my new music while driving


You act like I'm not that, nigga that pop that
You don't believe that I am capable of being violent


Rounds at your top hat, Blazers and Slacks
I'll shoot at you while you're dressed nicely


Fuck up your suit, send a couple of troops
I'll ruin your outfit and send some men to attack you


That'll go find your friends and get them to you
My men will locate your friends and bring them to you, so they can see you in a state of defeat


Know the name; niggaz call me Bandana
My name is Bandana and that's what people refer to me as


They wanna write me off, but my songs is bangers
People may want to dismiss me, but my music is popular and successful


Bitch, stop fronting, you open off my chain
Stop pretending like my jewelry doesn't impress you


Open off my watch, open off my range
You're infatuated with my watch and car


Nigga you fronting, you wide open off P
You're trying to act tough, but I can tell you're intimidated by me


Off the words I wrote to the beats
You're impressed by my lyrics and how I deliver them




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