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On The Frontline - текст песни



On The Frontline


Yeah Uh huh, Frontline, Richmond, The Bootleg II


Theres been alot of hatin goin on we gon clear some shit up


Uh, Yeah, Yo





[Locksmith]


Now have a seat girl and boys the nord should be lord as well


Yo boy Lock got a story to tell


About a dude who you would never pay no mind


Till they had a battle on the radio one time


He was never quite the one to run from shit


So if he got a chance he would calm and quit


But really only some could spit


To make a long story short he got in and won the shit


Now the Bays in the palm of his hand


And they all wanna stand close enough to brawl with the man


But he's much too involved with the plan


Him and his dogg Left made and make a mark as a band


So let a nigga come up to me and fuck with me


Like I ain't did enough for free


Imma hold back my rhymes and up the fee


I charge to spit unless its Dutch or Key


I debt in Brem I came up and with rap them


So if they asked for it then its happenin


But if you ask better break scratch for him


The Bay was dead and we brought it back again





[Chorus]


Now what the fuck ya wanna do, What


I smell the hate its all on you, Yeah


Right now its our time


It's dedicated to my soldiers on the frontline, Yeah


Now what the fuck ya wanna do, What


I smell the hate its all on you, Yeah


Right now its our time


It's dedicated to my soldiers on the frontline


This ones for all of us





[Left]


Yeah, My name is Left


And I ain't bouta break my neck for ya respect


And I ain't bouta get bent outta shape


Cause all you motha fuckers do is hate


Dogg its all good


Do me a favor come into my hood on any street


And watch yo ass get beat into the concrete


I'm done playin nice with yall


And all you cocksuckers do is try to bust my balls


We could scrap a soda cans in a pillow case like juvenile hall


Whatever you want i'm ready to brawl, Fuck it


It's about to go down cause the boys are back in town


And i'm sick of the clowns that did the measurements


I'm fittin the crown plus the whole Bay want me around


Frontline Fucka


And don't try to kiss my ass when we blowin make these hits


You markass bitch





[Chorus]


Now what the fuck ya wanna do, What


I smell the hate its all on you, Yeah


Right now its our time


It's dedicated to my soldiers on the frontline, Yeah


Now what the fuck ya wanna do, What


I smell the hate its all on you, Yeah


Right now its our time


It's dedicated to my soldiers on the frontline


This ones for all of us





It's dedicated to my soldiers on the frontline


It's dedicated to my soldiers on the frontline


This ones for all of us



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