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    "Frontline Warrior" Lyrics

    Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

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    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


    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


    [Big B]
    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

    [Chorus til fade]
    This song was submitted on March 11th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Anthony Henderson, L.T. Hutton, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse, Bryon Mccane.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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