White Lion & Ruckus - Frontline lyrics

rate me

I got that powder and that pock, going hamm gonn make that rock

Play that block, close corner hustle that’s my favorite spot

Look, blowing out that kush got my money coming in

Got my pretty boy swag old head feeling young again

Stay out my new space, love the way my juice taste

Cuff her, I’ll be in and out that bitch like a shoe lace

In and out that crib, I’m in and out my car

I’m drinking, spending money, coming in and out that bar

I’m feeling like a star, you can smell it from that jar

You can tell this shit is raw, look at the way she knock that jaw

So you know a bitch gonn be a bitch, and she know why I call her that

She a wide receiver, so I pass that like a quarter back

Let my nigga slaughter that, kick her out and never call her back

Nigga I go hard as crack, tell me where your heart is at

…get back you don’t any motherfucking parts of that

Make a fiend lean, smoking crack and catch a heart attack

Push me to the limit, I promise you get your head bust

My resume’s been stamped, you’re just a studio gangster

Retire from the bargain just to pick up loaded handguns

Standing on the block, the double profits with the grams, bra

See I’m a hustle as breed, down town problem

Hit the light switch, batman 2 for the robbing

I kick a nigga door and like the judge signed off a warrant

Nothing but black mask, covering faces like it’s snowing

The flow portant, no poetry, this kush talking

Wear it on my back my crown tattered, this ain’t clothing

Disrespect my nation, this a problem, coffers closing

I’ma go hard, … motion

I die for a reason, you decease for being hoeish

Keep the drums playing, don’t confuse with rock and rolling

Toll the sound down, this ain’t a motorcycle showing

We in the lion’s den, when we come out, the game’s over

Argh, I roar fire, send we a fans with barbwire

My mobbing all black like some ghetto vampires

Argh, we verbal cons you admire

Nobody believe that you hard, you a liar

I walk around with an ass on my chest

Y’all some transsexual bitches with breast on your chest

Call the Vatican, tell them we’re lyrically possessed

We some savage men, y’all rappers clinically depressed

Look, these rappers in my hood, all of them are whack

Plenty rappers in my hood speak garbage on they tracks

Gangbangers hate me, I be sparkling while they stack

Pussy bang bang, now they say I’m talking like my mac

Grime butcher, you a victim in my slaughterhouse

Cut you into 20 fucking pieces on your mama’s couch

I shine like a flare, my style so rare,

Bring them war, kill em all, pussy, we ain’t playing fair

Nigga who you fucking with, don’t you know I dump off quick?

Put 2 in your stomach, crossing me, you dumb son of a bitch

Nigga that’s gonn murda, don’t act like you never heard of it

Put your fucking kid in a box, that’s called murderers

Bang bang dummy, don’t get shot for acting funny

I see niggas come and go, nigga hell is my sanctuary

Breathing in and you get buried, my niggas we 7:30

You already, all of my niggas be riding dirty

Look, I place a pound of that kush and load my 9 up

Run up in your crib snap your bitch, son your time’s up

You a waste of time, kill yourself you lame fuck

Bottom luck is, we don’t fight no fair one

Shoot a motherfucker dead, fuck that attempting shit

Argh, nigga I shit, watch who you fucking with

Shoot a motherfucker dead, fuck that attempting shit

Argh, nigga I shit, watch who you fucking with.