White Lion & Ruckus - Frontline текст песни

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.