Frontline Grip

Yo, yo, Enzlo, chat, we on the strip Shadows creep, hearts pump, grip tight on the script Street lights flicker, man, they move silent in the night Hustle heavy, pockets deep, no room for the light Fed circle sirens scream but we duck and weave So how your mind carved deep no one dare to thieve Pound stack quick, from the block to the trap door Enemies lurk, but my shank talks more Urban kings rise from the grit and the grind Pride in the veins, every bar's a front line This my land, hold it down, no surrender Crew ride deep, make the whole block remember Struggle build us, fire in the chest On the streets, put the feds to the test This my land, hold it down, no surrender Crew ride deep, make the whole block remember Struggle build us, fire in the chest On the streets, put the feds to the test Pirate waves crackle, bars blast Through the air, radio kings spittin' truth No fear, hustled on the dust Sweat for the wind, social chains break When the man them stepping confront the blue lights Eyes cold, stance firm, fast Don't scare, we been through the worm Brag rights, earn scars, tell the tale Dark paths walk, but we never frail This my land, hold it down, no surrender Crew ride deep, make the whole block remember Struggle build us, fire in the chest On the streets, put the feds to the test Pressure builds, pulse races, no escape Root loyal to the soil, roots deep No doubt, one slip, it's war But we thrive in the storm Empire of the ends, forever reformed Endlocked, crew, strong No, back down We, pro-long We, pro-long We, pro-long We, pro-long We, pro-long We, pro-long We, pro-long We, pro-long We, pro-long We, pro-long We, pro-long We, pro-long We, pro-long We, pro-long We, pro-long