M.o.p. - On The Front Line Lyrics
Aight mother*****er.. primo, a-heh a-hah, a-hey!Sssssss..[billy danze]Yo, I was raised where, cats blaze automatic weaponsAnd half-steppers dont 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? Im ridin shotgun)Therell never be a boo that understand what we got sonWeve been down a long timeIm beginnin to think I got traces of womack in my bloodlineBom-burst two times on top of the lineYou plexiglas niggaz aint *****in 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 aint clear its reeeal, hotKeep the heat real close cause its, dangerousAnd the, game dont change fame bang with thisIts 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 *****in with the rapper dude?Dont even gooo thereIm from the ville brooklyn military (ohhh yeahh)N.e.w. y.o.r.k.Well ratch yo ass like floors thats parquetGlorious, come stomp on tour with us(m.o.p.!) we, +warriorz+{*various samples scratched*}[billy danze]Hey yo the game dont change only the playersId 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!)Cant nobody change my two stepIm ready to rip for respect, fizzy talk to em[lil fame]Whats the lesson you learn when the smith and wessun was burnedSlugs flyin you realizin that its your turnDidnt them niggaz warn ya bam (buka buka) bam(buka buka buka buka) get the ***** up off the corner!Them goons was hot on ya!Chasin you down, *****in pistol poppin and they wasnt stoppinTil they finished lacin you down, peep the steez niggaSnakes dont belong round here, nigga breeze!{*various samples scratched*}
