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Frontline Lyrics - Artist : Goodie Mob
Live from the frontline peep the signs of the time
Anarchy confusion, still looting, still shooting, polices abusing
Still no solution to the problems, gang bangers killing toddlers
Chiraq a war zone, everyday 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
Picked signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam
Understand the master plan!

Time is so short
Walk on water
Raised n the stixxz
Holy man
Pennies n quarters
We shuffle
We tyrants
The devil man
The youngins they killas
They martyr's they shooters
Trash man
Smoke bombs fire works
Truck full of bodies
Race war 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
I got my dirty shuvel
Will he stop never
Shots at the devil
Get ya hair beveled
I'm a good fella
On the front line it was by design
They wanna take mines
And try to break lines
Walk with a soldier
To the frontline
Gas in the air
Will make a brother choke
Poison in the smoke
12 throwing at ya folk no joke
On the 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 with gold teeth not the all gold man
I ain't been to war in ten summers
But I can still a sparrow right between your numbers
An there's an affiliated flag on the play
He said "let me do it Unk"? ok a bag on the way
Now David Banner told me, Lo, keep your hands clean
An while you at keep your shirt and your pants clean
Cause further on up the ladder where we need ya 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

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