Lyrics:
Dunce, Dunce, Dunce, Dunce, Dunce
Seh she have a Dunce type, gun man Front-line
No likkle bwoii, your time up swing e nine
Tuck it pon mi belly, cut e
tell that puto chale
Dance like a bitch
Balle
I keep them putas cuero
So they don't hoop dinero
Check that box
With the vatos perro
Assembly line
they'd rather see me livin' in the ditches or imprisoned
Where its incapable to listen to the lyrics that I'm spittin'
Or I'm thrown in the Pacific and get
the M-I-K-E, ooh, to the D
I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.p.
Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree
Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G
Two G's got
the M-I-K-E, ooh, to the D
I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.p.
Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree
Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G
Two G's got
the train out of Corbin and headed up north
To visit a brother of mine
Said he'd talk to his foreman for to get me a job
Working graveyard assembly line
Baby choppa' armor to jack it in the line
You gon' bump and I knock off you face
Witout the clippers, nigga, you can get a fresh fade
You loose lipped
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
today
I'd tell Eazy and Dre to bring back N.W.A
I woulda told 'Pac not to stomp out Orlando
Told Puffy and Big about the Rampart scandal
I got too many
Doing things that excite me
I can't front, I can't front, I can't front
I get what I want
I got game strong as my pride
Id really do or die
But it's
IN GIN AGAIN
AND TOSS A COIN RIGHT BACK
IV'E NO EXCUSES FOR THE PRICE I PAY
CHORUS
IM STANDING IN FRONT OF A FIRING LINE
BUT YOU DON'T HAVE A GUN,
thinkin'?
She snuck out one night
And met me by the front gate
Her Daddy came out wavin' that twelve gauge
We tore out the drive, he peppered my tailgate
ain't talkin' chains
Ice in my chest got me lost in a daze
How'd I get here? I'm amazed, but I
Line it up in broad day
Yeah, I do it my way
While my
on baby tell me what's your answer, you gonna cross the line
Ah, quit your sniveling, it's no or yes this time
What you're hungry? we'll stop by mickey d's
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
And your breathe straight stank
Hoe, now step in line before I'm mad at you
You silly sucker ha, I thought you knew
Ooohh that was very good ryan D, very
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
swear you never can tame it
All my demons on the front line trust I ain't no angel
I'm a made man spitta that's killing niggas existence
I wake up in
gold digger
Uncool, but lyrically I'm a stone cold killer
So it's 400 blows to these Truffaut niggas
Yeah, now that's the line of the century
I Said your love a drug I'd use to Take the pain away
Made my point by running in the Front lines gotta find time to Define mine
Made my point by
Rose from the Deena where
The grass is greener ye ye
My nigga X to the Z in the strong warm steady
That's it? Maneski, The Deacon, Black Tie
Front Line
on line
Feeling unlucky and if I'd ever got lucky it was one time
In this crazy world
I wonder when you die do you hear harps and bagpipes
If you born
die when I spit that
It's Rest in peace my enemies
Turn them into memories
Ruler it'll school yeah
Let's not make this an assembly
Popped up on them
To a parallel prize
The walks by faith
The sight lines lie
How am I gonna tag along
With one tin ear
And one glass eye?
Well I...
I can't get there
Discuss these i e d by front line assembly Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In