[Chorus]
  Nigga thought I told ya, (told ya) that the war ain't over (over)
  You can roll (you can roll) you can get rolled over
  My nigga we the frontline warriors
    Whoever wanna bring the noise, talkin bout me and my boys
  Disrespected on a regular like a nigga got caught
  Well it's all about his Mo Thug music
  Put my name in your mouth and a nigga gon' do you
  Who the fuck them niggas tryin to play?
  Lay don't stop until you meet my glock
  I'ma get you make your bady rott, nigga make the party pop
  Nigga why not? Time's tickin on the clock aint the heat hot
  I'ma hit the weed spot joy ride with my niigas till the beat drop
  We got big benjamins spendin CEO's
  While you playin we buyin y'all rentin pin me
  Probably livin in a tent pocket full of lint
  Tryin to flip it like I flip it nigga got me bent
  And like I said it on the last song nigga we joyriders, and y'all aint Bone
  B.B.O.B. the bad boy of the Bone
  I'll be thuggin for eternal wanna test me its on
  Now where my niggas at? Get the gat peel a nigga wig back
  Nigga dig that dig that
  All original clevelands own criminal here we go
  From a place where a nigga might bury ya
  Nigga act up and I better take care of you scared of ya
  I be ready for the war
  Nigga I'm americas most, bailin coast to coast
  Steady thuggin out here in these streets
  Lookin out for the rollers duckin these haters they wanna face
  Well I keep my heat
  And it ain't no peace and fuck tha police
  Come out the house all eye's on me
  Jump in my 5 double 0 B-E-N-Z XL and I hit the freeway
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    [Bizzy]
  ??on sunday
  Never know I might bust on you one day ohhh
  Swiggin with jack and the bombay oh bye bye go po po
  Yeah nigga fuck you o hell yeah fuck you too
  Better than God devise realize you can end up bigger
  But my niggas in the middle ballin we wont stop
  The foul sinnin the killin now
  And then nobody gets in the middle together
  And they tell the nigga it good to be back
  From prison but don't nobody feel him but them niggas around the globe
  And the mission was money was gold
  Everyone nutty when money because he was out of the gutter
  When nothin but avid souls better make us and touch
  Noone will touch me one wait till they ruff enough
  Got him at last but I just corrupt
  I dont even erupt
  Creep on ah come up, what up
  Trapped in a rapture the trumpets pumpin tellin us somethin
  Snatch you we havin a blast you tatterd like cattle
  And medalion diamonds in the ??
  Ghetto was bastards runnin much faster than the average asses in the shadows
  Out of the battlefield
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    [Big B]
  Call me a secret weapon
  I think the war is on
  And when they ask em who is he
  It's 7th sign and bone
  Call me a secret weapon
  When the war is on
  And when they ask em who is he
  It's Big B and Bone
  Frontline soldiers
    [Chorus til fade]