What Is It - The Frontline

E-A-Ski, CMT, Frontline

Yeah Locksmith, Left, What is it Homie?

MTV Battle, y’all some God damn cheaters man

But that’s all right, it’s nothing personal

We just gone spit at you a little bit, ya know

Let’s get it cracking Lock, c’mon

Now what do we have here?

A new nigga repping the Bay

Making a name niggas wanna step in the way

All of the bullshit and the stress in the way

It’s enough to make you wanna get a weapon and spray

Give me the beef I’m happy to chew it

But understand I’m a man if you happen to spew it

We can take it to a battle and do it

I ain’t a pussy mayne, I don’t sweat vaginal fluid

But some of you assholes wanna start with me

Like I ain’t got a motherfucking heart in me

If I offended you nigga pardon me

But I don’t think you really wanna a part of me

My skin is thick my blood is froze

You can look into the area above my nose

And see I don’t fuck around in songs

'Til I’m buried in the motherfucking ground and gone, c’mon

What is it?

Whatever you might want it to be

What is it?

Why you wanna hate on me?

What is it?

I ain’t even trippin dog

What is it?

I’m a show ya how to ball

I’m a quarterback like Rich Gannon mayne

And I don’t do a damn thang but throw ya game

All that back talking man you should be shamed

I thought we left them thangs to mess with dames

But dudes wanna chit chat, dudes wanna gossip

Talk the talk, but afraid to walk it

Since we been on TV I guess that we targets

Open to the bad guys you know who you are

People wanna hate the day because I say

That I represent the New in front of the Bay

So y’all made at me, acting all crappy

Why don’t ya get a slice of the pie and be happy

Lot of people want us to go away

Nope not goin nowhere we here to stay

I got kids to raise and rhymes to say

Plus a truck load of money that I got to make, yeah

I don’t give a damn where you from and where you be

It’s gone take more than the beef to bring the heat

By now you should know I’m from the Oakland street

If you think about nigga it can get real deep

I ain’t got to fake a smile and show you love

I’mma cock back and pop and show you slug

Fuck rapping, nigga we can go all out

Man to man or we can bring all the turfies out

When you see me clear your thought don’t think about it

Or it be 'extra extra read all about it'

Don’t doubt it I’m not that nice I do not play

And when I play it might be with an AK

I won’t blink and I won’t budge

I been been to jail before and back to war

I will cock it and let the steel bust

In a real way bitch get ya grill bust

Frontline, The Frontline, yeah

We ready for war cuz

Hahaha Locksmith, Left, E-A-Ski, CMT

What is it?

What is it boy?

Ha ha, better get at us, you know

Oh yeah, MTV battle?

Y’all some damn cheaters mayne