M.O.P. - On the Front Line

[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 We lead (COWARDS TO GUNFIGHTS) right (FROM TALKIN NONSENSE) 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