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letra de frontline pt. 2 - kiing khash

[verse 1: young dopey]
a lot of things i can’t talk about
all the g’s locked up with me, you know what i’m talkin’ bout
had to deal with these lame ass young deputies
acting like they tough but they ain’t, they some straight weenies
[?] power, you still couldn’t put me down
the sur still run the county
you m-th-f-cking clowns
you either get wit it or the program gon’ get with you
in visit looking g’d up in my 3x county blues
running sh-t for the brothers
shout out to the brothers
message from the frontline soldiers
just know that we love ya
we ain’t never gon’ stop
disrespect the housе get a hard 39 3-way boom-bop
mental warfare, psychological, gеts political
power trippin’ very gacho
but we stay strong
ready at all times
catching freebie fades with the enemies in court line

[chorus: kiing khash]
this is for my soldiers on the frontline
we don’t ask no questions when it’s go time
ain’t no letters, ain’t no money when it’s your time
sharpening our shanks when it’s war time
this is for my soldiers on the frontline
we don’t ask no questions when it’s go time
ain’t no letters, ain’t no money when it’s your time
sharpening our shanks when it’s war time
[verse 2: kiing khash]
detectives wanna question bout my whereabouts
rosenberg is on his way so i just shut my mouth (i plead the fifth)
this is deep sea fishing with the real sharks
p-ssies already folded, they got no heart
i’m on the top tier, doing navy seals
i’m in the cut, but if you need then i’m right here
just hit for kush, so we lighting it up
got them benny’s in my kool-aid and i’m higher than f-ck
had one charge, now i got 3 cases
you can’t be a g homie, if you giving out statements
program time, don’t get caught looking homie
if you’re caught, you’re the next to get a whoopin’ homie
this is how it goes, in them county blues
trial and tribulations little homie as you pay them dues
on the phone with the fam, let em know i’m straight
visualizing when they let me out the f-cking cage

[chorus: kiing khash]
this is for my soldiers on the frontline
we don’t ask no questions when it’s go time
ain’t no letters, ain’t no money when it’s your time
sharpening our shanks when it’s war time
this is for my soldiers on the frontline
we don’t ask no questions when it’s go time
ain’t no letters, ain’t no money when it’s your time
sharpening our shanks when it’s war time
[verse 3: lefty gunplay]
promotion, b-tch i’m hot, i feel like juvie
i’m straight out of bolen
i live my life just like a movie
i’m ridin round and i’m shootin’ sh-t
my excuse is i do this sh-t
you don’t even know what it feel like losing a couple cribs
crush raided, eliminated, i’m so hated
this .32 a 80, that’s what the judge gave me
look baby, i moved on, man you can keep the pictures (f-ck that b-tch)
that janessa, she left me
she ain’t even real with me
and now i’m looking for another b-tch, just so i could hit em
in 30 days in super max, i’m a ride wit em
when i hit the county jail, on gang i was [?]
i’m smoking east side midgets
tired of it but i couldn’t be stopped
project baby, twin with the purple
got my murders up
and i don’t really give a f-ck
man you heard of em
it’s lefty gunplay b-tch
i’m the m-th-f-cking ese with the cuete
on the gang i really made it rich

[chorus: kiing khash]
this is for my soldiers on the frontline
we don’t ask no questions when it’s go time
ain’t no letters, ain’t no money when it’s your time
sharpening our shanks when it’s war time
this is for my soldiers on the frontline
we don’t ask no questions when it’s go time
ain’t no letters, ain’t no money when it’s your time
sharpening our shanks when it’s war time
[verse 4: diablo]
i don’t ask no questions when it’s war time
hit me with an l, on the frontline
strap in hand when its go time
posted in my cell, no sunshine
[?] felony, why your favorite rapper telling me
murder in the first put my pain in this melody
took away my bail but i’m a keep on bailing
put 20k on a lawyer but i ain’t buying what he’s telling me
i’m a mainline savage, rolling on my mattress
strapped, doing burpees, m-th-f-ckas know i’m active
my homie smoking spice and they got his ass blasted
and b-tch when i die, put graffiti on my casket
i’m a real m-th-f-cka, in a world filled with suckas
judge gave me life and i’m just waiting on my brother
letter to my daughter and i tell her that love her
lord forgive me for my sins but mom didn’t raise no sucka, ahh

- kiing khash

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