On the Front Line M.O.P.

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

[Verse One: Billy Danze]
Yo, I was raised where, cats blaze automatic weapons
And high-steppers don't high-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
Niggas see Burk''on the conduit
In the left lane doin his thang, whippin a Buick
Fizz Won (Whattup boy? I'm ridin shotgun)
They'll never be able to 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 niggas ain't fuckin with mine (HELL NAH!)
We keep it so real, without bein signed to a deal
You could still shine for the 'Ville

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[Verse Two: Lil' Fame]
Straight from the Hilltop, 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 his
It's the legendary, cap peelers we the illest
Of the realest blood-spillers, we guerrillas (NIGGA FEEL US)
All day, right back at you live
From William Berkowitz (SLASH) Fizzy Womack Avenue
I send goons 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. AYO R.K
We'll wax yo' ass like floors with Parkay
Glorious, come stomp on tour with us
(M.O.P.!) We, Warriorz