"FRONTLINE" genre: Dancehall Reggae
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	CHECK LYRICS....Somewhat of a tribute to the artist' I'm feeling, in every line THERE IS an artist name... hear dis...Hip Hop with dat yardcore flava...I gu so....
	Credits: Written & Produced by Dean Moulton
	Lyrics INTRO: Yow Tell dem come an get some, yow From di yardman get some Whey mi sey, Ranking Kalibus bwoy To mi hood niggas, wha wha To mi good niggas, wha wha Yardie Whey mi sing cheh CHO: This is my turn baby, no lie Soldiers don't die Wi multiply Frontline baby No doubt Clear di route From di yardie push out Tell dem dis is my turn baby No jest Mi peeps have mi back now From east to west Lets get dis baby Chat bout Mi niggas from up north and down south 1stVERSE: Yow, couldn't stuck mi wid yu STICKY FINGAS LUDICRIS CAN-I-BUS KALIBUS nuh new to dis Bring a CREW fi dis What's the METHOD MAN NO LIMITS to my styles never pressured man Yow some sey tank God But mi shout JAH RU-LE Some a King some a PRIEST Some a SHIEK but mi cool TIMBERLAND and a mic That's appretice tool Only MAD RAPPERs get redicule CHO: 2ndVERSE: Mi eyes stay PUFFY From di trees mi burn Mi stay REDMAN Das mi least concern Who sey BLACK's ROB Every where u turn What's your DESTINY CHILD Mi hold dat firm Is like WU The NAUGHTY BY NAUGHTY don Want a FOXY BROWN chick Wid a mind whey strong African From a tribe like ASHANTE When mi build mi an her sip BRANDY

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