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    M.O.P. / Lyrics

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    "On The Front Line" Lyrics


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

    [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

    {*various samples scratched*}

    [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+

    {*various samples scratched*}

    [Billy Danze]
    Hey yo the game don't change only the players
    I'd like to welcome you young bucks, to these homicide layers
    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!

    {*various samples scratched*}
    This song was submitted on October 28th, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Jamal Gerard Grinnage, Christopher E Martin, Eric Murry.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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