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For my people in the front in the nose bleed section
This is for the heads that's loving the mix,
My people in the front, all covered in spit,
Batters in the box (uh), Suffa to pitch,(what)
Hilltop Hoods, all up in this bitch,
And we the funk leaders, punks you can't beat us,
We bump and pump meters, we drunk you chumps need us,
So jump with us, down in the front, if it's (if it's your flavour),
Your flavour, come get drunk with us,(wooooo!)
This life turned out nothing like
I had planned, (why not?)
By now I should've had some land,
Some money in my hand, round about fifty grand,
But I got nothing (nothin), I write rhymes on the bus,
I keep suffering (sufferin); fuck the lines of the dust,
You keep sniffing, that shit is for the Punk Hoes (wooaah!,
This shit is for my bros, my people in the front row.
This is for the heads that's loving the mix,
My people in the front, all covered in spit,
Batters in the box (uh), Suffa to pitch,(what)
Hilltop Hoods, all up in this bitch,
And we the funk leaders, punks you can't beat us,
We bump and pump meters, we drunk you chumps need us,
So jump with us, down in the front, if it's (if it's your flavour),
Your flavour, come get drunk with us,(wooooo!)
This life turned out nothing like
I had planned, (why not?)
By now I should've had some land,
Some money in my hand, round about fifty grand,
But I got nothing (nothin), I write rhymes on the bus,
I keep suffering (sufferin); fuck the lines of the dust,
You keep sniffing, that shit is for the Punk Hoes (wooaah!,
This shit is for my bros, my people in the front row.
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