On The Frontline Songtext

Aight motherfucker.. Primo, a-heh a-hah, a-hey!Sssssss..[Billy Danze]Yo, I was raised where, cats blaze automatic weaponsand half-steppers don't half-step, without protectionThe rules of the game is, spit firstuntil you see his wig burst, before he flame hisYou see a man gon' claim hisDuke a soldier gon' aim his, and try to kill yo' assNiggaz see Burke on the conduitin the left lane doin his thang, whippin a BuickFizz Won (Whattup boy?I'm ridin shotgun)There'll never be a boo that understand what we got sonWe've been down a long timeI'm beginnin to think I got traces of Womack in my bloodlineBOM-BURST two times on top of the lineYou plexiglas niggaz ain't fuckin with mine (HELL NAH!)We keep it so real, without bein signed to a dealyou could still shop for the 'Ville{*various samples scratched*}[Lil' Fame]Straight from the hilll-top, where steeeel, popand the, coast ain't clear it's reeeal, hotKeep the heat real close cause it's, dangerousand the, game don't change Fame bang with thisIt's the legendary, cap peelers we the illestof the realest blood-spillers, we guerillas (NIGGA FEEL US)All day, right back at you livefrom William Berkowitz (SLASH) Fizzy Womack AvenueI send ghouls after you, trappin you blastinWHO fuckin with the rapper dude?Don't even GOOO THEREI'm from the 'Ville Brooklyn Military (OHHH YEAHH)N.E.W. Y.O.R.K.We'll ratch yo' ass like floors that's parquetGlorious, come stomp on tour with us(M.O.P.!) We, +Warriorz+{*various samples scratched*}[Billy Danze]Hey yo the game don't change only the playersI'd like to welcome you young bucks, to these homicide layersWe lead (COWARDS TO GUNFIGHTS) right (FROM TALKIN NONSENSE)Sayin my family is unable to drop bomb hitsNapalm shit, move in a hail of fireBill, sire, trailed by an empire (FIYAH!)Can't nobody change my two stepI'm ready to rip for respect, Fizzy talk to 'em[Lil' Fame]What's the lesson you learn when the Smith and Wessun was burnedSlugs flyin you realizin that it's your turnDidn't them niggaz warn ya BAM (BUKA BUKA) BAM(BUKA BUKA BUKA BUKA) Get the fuck up off the corner!Them goons was hot on ya!Chasin you down, cockin pistol poppin and they wasn't stoppintil they finished lacin you down, peep the steez niggaSnakes don't belong 'round here, nigga breeze!{*various samples scratched*}