Frontline Warrior Lyrics - The Collection: Vol. 2 - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Nigga thought I told ya, (told ya) that the war ain't over (over) 

You can roll (you can roll) you can get rolled over 

My nigga we the frontline warriors 

Whoever wanna bring the noise, talkin bout me and my boys 

Disrespected on a regular like a nigga got caught 

Well it's all about his Mo Thug music 

Put my name in your mouth and a nigga gon' do you 

Who the fuck them niggas tryin to play? 

Lay don't stop until you meet my glock 

I'ma get you make your bady rott, nigga make the party pop 

Nigga why not? Time's tickin on the clock aint the heat hot 

I'ma hit the weed spot joy ride with my niigas till the beat drop 

We got big benjamins spendin CEO's 

While you playin we buyin y'all rentin pin me 

Probably livin in a tent pocket full of lint 

Tryin to flip it like I flip it nigga got me bent 

And like I said it on the last song nigga we joyriders, and y'all aint Bone 

B.B.O.B. the bad boy of the Bone 

I'll be thuggin for eternal wanna test me its on 

Now where my niggas at? Get the gat peel a nigga wig back 

Nigga dig that dig that 

All original clevelands own criminal here we go 

From a place where a nigga might bury ya 

Nigga act up and I better take care of you scared of ya 

I be ready for the war 

Nigga I'm americas most, bailin coast to coast 

Steady thuggin out here in these streets 

Lookin out for the rollers duckin these haters they wanna face 

Well I keep my heat 

And it ain't no peace and fuck tha police 

Come out the house all eye's on me 

Jump in my 5 double 0 B-E-N-Z XL and I hit the freeway 

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Might wanna be in church nine o'clock sunday 

Never know I might bust on you one day ohhh 

Swiggin with jack and the bombay oh bye bye go po po 

Yeah nigga fuck you o hell yeah fuck you too 

Better than God devise realize you can end up bigger 

But my niggas in the middle ballin we wont stop 

The foul sinnin the killin now 

And then nobody gets in the middle together 

And they tell the nigga it good to be back 

From prison but don't nobody feel him but them niggas around the globe 

And the mission was money was gold 

Everyone nutty when money because he was out of the gutter 

When nothin but avid souls better make us and touch 

Noone will touch me one wait till they ruff enough 

Got him at last but I just corrupt 

I dont even erupt 

Creep on ah come up, what up 

Trapped in a rapture the trumpets pumpin tellin us somethin 

Snatch you we havin a blast you tatterd like cattle 

And medalion diamonds in the?? 

Ghetto was bastards runnin much faster than the average asses in the shadows 

Out of the battlefield 

Photos 

Call me a secret weapon 

I think the war is on 

And when they ask em who is he 

It's 7th sign and bone 

Call me a secret weapon 

When the war is on 

And when they ask em who is he 

It's Big B and Bone 

Frontline soldiers