(chorus)
Nigga, thought I told ya.(told ya). That the war ain't over. (over).
(Nigga, you can roll). You can roll, you can get rolled over my nigga we the
frontline warriors. I thought I told ya.(told ya). That the war ain't over.
(over).(Nigga, you can roll). You can roll, you can get rolled over my nigga we
the frontline warriors. I thought I told ya.(told ya). That the war ain't
over. (over).(Nigga, you can roll). You can roll, you can get rolled over
nigga we the frontline warriors. I thought I told ya.(told ya). That the war
ain't over. (over).(Nigga, you can roll). You can roll, you can get rolled over
my nigga we the frontline warriors.
Verse 1:
Oh why they wanna bring the noise? Humble me and my boys. Disrespect it on a
record like a nigga got clot when it's all about his mo-thug music. Put my name
in yer mouth an a nigga gonna do you. Who the fuck them niggas tryin to play?
Lay don't stop until you meet my glock. I'ma getcha, make ya body-rott, nigga
make the party pop. Nigga, why not? Times ticking on the clock, and the heatin
hot. I'ma hit the weed spot. Joy ride with my niggas till the beat drop. We got
big Benjamin spendin CEO's. While you playin, we buy y'all rent and pin me.
Probly livin in a tent, pocket full of lint. Try and flip it like I flip it,
Nigga got me bent. N like I said it on the last song: Nigga, we joyridin, and
y'all ain't BONE. B.B.O.B. the bad boy of the bones, I'll be thuggin for
eternal. Wanna test me? It's on. Now where my niggas at? Get the gat. Pell a
nigga wig back. Nigga dig that, dig that. All original. Cleveland's own
criminal. Here we go. From a place where a nigga might bury ya. Nigga act up
and I better take care of ya. Scared of ya? I be ready for the war. Nigga I'm
America's most, us bailin coast to coast. Steady thuggin out here in these
streets. Lookin out for the rollers thuggin this race, they wanna fade us. But
I keep my heat, and it ain't no peace, and fuck the police. Come out the house,
all eyes on me. Jump in my 5 double O B-E-N-Z XL, and I hit the freeway,
freeway......
(chorus)
Verse 2:
Swallow. It ain't never gonna rain. No rain. Proudly glock on Sunday. Never
know I might bust on you one day. Oh, swiggin with Jack and the Bombay. Boom,
bye, bye, roll, roll, roll. Yeah nigga, fuck you. Oh hell yeah? Fuck you too.
Badder the God the wise realize. Nigga better back off of my niggas in the
middle of a newborn style. The foul sinnin, the killin, uh.
And then, uh, we to enter the mental together. Better tell my nigga were
bitter. We back with rhythm, but dont nobody feel em, but them niggas around
the globe. In a mission worth money was gold. Then he went nutty with money
because he was outta the cut with nothin but ugly souls. Gonna make us Tish
Tush. No were untouched. We won. Wasn't Iran hit enough? Caught up in lush, but
not just for (rush). I don't even erupt, creep on a come up, come up. Trapped
in a rapture. The chocolate's pumpin. Tell em it's somethin. Snatch you. We
outta the pasture kinda like cattle with medallian diamonds in the Gallow.
Ghettoish bastards runnin much faster than the average asses in the shadows
outta the battlefield (battlefield) battlefield (battlefield)
(chorus)
Verse 3:
I'll need a secret weapon, I think the war is on, (the war is on).
and when they ask em who is he, it's seventh sign n bone(seventh sign n bone).
Call me a secret weapon, I think the war is on, (the war is on). and when they
ask em who is he, it's Big B n bone ( Big B. n bone). Frontline soldiers.
Frontline soldiers.
(chorus to fade)
