Goodie Mob - Frontline Lyrics

Frontline
Frontline

Live from the frontline peep the signs of the time
Anarchy confusion, still looting, still shooting
Police abusing still no solution to the problems
Gang bangers killing toddlers
Chiraq a war zone, every day the same song
Even in a pandemic niggas still bullshitting
Can't stop what's written
They burned down Wendy's
They martyring criminals
Shit getting pathetic
Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem
Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam
Understand the master plan

Time so short, walk on water
Raised in the Styx, holy man
Pennies and quarters
We shuffle, we tyrants, the devil man
The youngins they killas
They martyr's, the shooters, the trash man
Smoke bombs, fireworks, trunk full of bodies
Racewar party, live from the frontline
Rubber bullets flying, Corona in the air
Give a fuck about dying, live from the frontline
Military artillery I'ma keep mine
The government lying, live from the frontline

Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem
Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem
Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline

You ain't on my level (no)
I got my dirty shovel (come on)
Will he stop never (never)
Shots at the devil (devil)
Get ya hair beveled (what?)
I'm a good fella (yeah)
On the front line it was by design (yeah)
They wanna take mines (come on)
And try to break lines
Walk with a soldier to the frontline (come on)
Gas in the air will make a brother choke (choke)
A poison in the smoke
A 12 throwing at ya folk no joke
Only way to see hope
Let's go, burn this motherfucker down to the floor
Let 'em know T-mo doing it from the frontline
Picket signs all out take mines

Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem
Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem
Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline

I oughta be a owner watching my team play from the sky box
One ice cube in my cognac in my socks
Red phone ringing need assist for the old man
The one wit gold teeth not the all gold man
Huh, I ain't been to war in ten summers
But I can still a sparrow right between your numbers
And there's an affiliated flag on the play
He said, "Let me do it Unc" Ok a bag on the way
Now David Banner told me, "Lo, keep your hands clean"
While you at keep your shirt and your pants clean
Cause further on up the ladder where we need your face card
Say less pay for it with your race card

Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem
Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem
Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline (come on)