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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Goodie Mob
Goodie Mob
Performer
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rico Wade
Rico Wade
Songwriter
Raymon Murray
Raymon Murray
Songwriter
Cameron Gipp
Cameron Gipp
Songwriter
Robert Barnett
Robert Barnett
Songwriter
Willie Knighton
Willie Knighton
Songwriter
Thomas Callaway
Thomas Callaway
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Live from the frontline, peep the signs of the time
Anarchy, confusion, still looting, still shooting
Polices abusing, still no solution to the problem
Gang bangers killing toddlers, Chiraq a war zone
Every day the same song, even in a pandemic
**** still bullshitting?
Can't stop what's written
They burned down Wendy's, they martyring criminals
Shit get pathetic
Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem
Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam
Understand the master plan!
[Verse 2]
Time is so short, walk on water
Raised in the sticks, holy man
Pennies and quarters
We shuffle, we tyrants, the devil man
The youngins, they killas
They martyrs, they shooters, they trash, man
Smoke bombs, fireworks, 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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
You ain't on my level, I got my dirty shovel
Will he stop? Never, the shots at the Devil
Now get ya hair beveled, I'm a goodfella
On the frontline, it was by design
They wanna take mines and try to break lines
Or walk with a soldier to the frontline
Gas in the air will make a brother choke
Or poison in the smoke, or twelve throwing at your folk
No joke, on the way to see hope
Let's go burn this motherfucker down to the floor
And let 'em know T-mo doing it from the frontline
Picket signs, all out, take mines
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
I oughta be an owner, watching my team play from the skybox
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
Uh, I ain't been to war in ten summers
But I can still put a sparrow right between your numbers
And there's an affiliated flag on the play
He said, "Let me do it, Unk?" Okay, a bag on the way
Now David Banner told me, "Lo, keep your hands clean"
While you at it keep your shirt and your pants clean
'Cause further on up the ladder is where we need ya face card
Say less and pay for it wit' your race card
[Verse 7]
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
Written by: Cameron Gipp, Kingston Callaway, Raymon Murray, Rico Wade, Robert Barnett, Thomas Callaway, Willie Knighton
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