On the Frontline (Explicit) - M.O.P.

Written by：J Grinnage/E Murry/C Martin

Aight motherf**ker primo a- heh a- hah a- hey

Sssssss

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 gong claim his

Duke a soldier gong aim his and try to kill yo' a**

Niggaz see burke on the conduit

In the left lane doing his thang whipping a buick

Fizz won whattup boy I'm riding shotgun

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

We've been down a long time

I'm beginning to think I got traces of womack in my bloodline

Bom- burst two times on top of the line

You plexiglas niggaz ain't f**king with mine hell nah

We keep it so real without bein signed to a deal

You could still shop for the 'ville

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 ni**a feel us

All day right back at you live

From william berkowitz slash fizzy womack avenue

I send ghouls after you trapping you blasting

Who f**king 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' a** like floors that's parquet

Glorious come stomp on tour with us

M o p we + warriorz+

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 talking nonsense

Saying my family is unable to drop bomb hits

Napalm sh*t 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

What's the lesson you learn when the smith and wessun was burned

Slugs flying you realizing that it's your turn

Didn't them niggaz warn ya bam buka buka bam

Buka buka buka buka get the f**k up off the corner

Them goons was hot on ya

Chasing you down cocking pistol popping and they wasn't stopping

Til they finished lacing you down peep the steez ni**a

Snakes don't belong 'round here ni**a breeze