On The Front Line Lyrics - Warriorz - M.o.p.

Aight motherfucker.. Primo, a-heh a-hah, a-hey! 

Sssssss.. 

[Billy Danze] 

Yo, I was raised where, cats blaze automatic weapons 

and half-steppers don`t half-step, without protection 

The rules of the game is, spit first 

until you see his wig burst, before he flame his 

You see a man gon` claim his 

Duke a soldier gon` aim his, and try to kill yo` ass 

Niggaz see Burke on the conduit 

in the left lane doin his thang, whippin a Buick 

Fizz Won (Whattup boy? I`m ridin shotgun) 

There`ll never be a boo that understand what we got son 

We`ve been down a long time 

I`m beginnin to think I got traces of Womack in my bloodline 

BOM-BURST two times on top of the line 

You plexiglas niggaz ain`t fuckin with mine (HELL NAH!) 

We keep it so real, without bein signed to a deal 

you could still shop for the `Ville 

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[Lil` Fame] 

Straight from the hilll-top, where steeeel, pop 

and the, coast ain`t clear it`s reeeal, hot 

Keep the heat real close cause it`s, dangerous 

and the, game don`t change Fame bang with this 

It`s the legendary, cap peelers we the illest 

of the realest blood-spillers, we guerillas (NIGGA FEEL US) 

All day, right back at you live 

from William Berkowitz (SLASH) Fizzy Womack Avenue 

I send ghouls after you, trappin you blastin 

WHO fuckin with the rapper dude? 

Don`t even GOOO THERE 

I`m from the `Ville Brooklyn Military (OHHH YEAHH) 

N.E.W. Y.O.R.K. 

We`ll ratch yo` ass like floors that`s parquet 

Glorious, come stomp on tour with us 

(M.O.P.!) We, +Warriorz+ 

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[Billy Danze] 

Hey yo the game don`t change only the players 

I`d like to welcome you young bucks, to these homicide layers 

We lead (COWARDS TO GUNFIGHTS) right (FROM TALKIN NONSENSE) 

Sayin my family is unable to drop bomb hits 

Napalm shit, move in a hail of fire 

Bill, sire, trailed by an empire (FIYAH!) 

Can`t nobody change my two step 

I`m ready to rip for respect, Fizzy talk to `em 

[Lil` Fame] 

What`s the lesson you learn when the Smith and Wessun was burned 

Slugs flyin you realizin that it`s your turn 

Didn`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 stoppin 

til they finished lacin you down, peep the steez nigga 

Snakes don`t belong `round here, nigga breeze! 

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