Front Page Music, Inc. - Roll Call lyrics

[Hook: ?] That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up Give dope fiends to hustlers, never see me blowing up Now everywhere I step foot is game time, you know what's up That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up Give dope fiends to hustlers, never see me blowing up Now everywhere I step foot is game time, you know what's up [Verse 1: Dame D.O.L.L.A.] I take pride in where I hail from Many of these boys ain't on my level [?] See where we from we see it all, victory and defeat Very different from yall, they was kneeling down at your feet I had to learn my lesson, be careful of my surroundings Pull that gun up on me, my heart was pounding Was nervous, I should have seen 'em lurking I started praise and worship, a cold, cold city but it gave me sense of urging I was riding rollers up the streets, you know we trying to cut the gra** Looking at the screen doe, wait for granddad to flash Grannie know he ain't even workin', he ain't have to ask Every time he came he knew we had a plate [?] Mongrels got some [?], know I got that gyro We was in that fire, dragon breath from Spyro You can pump your pa**ion, ain't [?] at the side show Had a couple rule stars, Dame time is my [?] [Hook: ?] That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up Give dope fiends to hustlers, never see me blowing up Now everywhere I step foot is game time, you know what's up That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up Give dope fiends to hustlers, never see me blowing up Now everywhere I step foot is game time, you know what's up [Verse 2: Brookfield Duece] I ain't scared to lose, I'm scared to have the wrong people around when I win Now let's begin, on the nine scale, I'm a ten I'm iron, you're like some tin Me without the hustle like dolphins without the fin I see my homie off the crystal like, "Man where you been?" He said he stepped on a bomb and ended up in [?] Drugs or the guns most likely gon' be your end A lot of cats saying make it, I pray I'm buying [?] That flatland, that stove front, that tray gram going up That free lunch ain't no food, no showing up That red lip with good kids with big dreams of blowing up The Johnsons, the Wilsons, V Staples, you know what's up Who these cats claiming, they image they staining These s**ers they hanging with [?] You from the hood but never heard of a dirty [?], you actin', we brought that action, disaster [Hook: ?] That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up Give dope fiends to hustlers, never see me blowing up Now everywhere I step foot is game time, you know what's up That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up Give dope fiends to hustlers, never see me blowing up Now everywhere I step foot is game time, you know what's up [Outro: Brookfield Duece] Everybody try to say they started at the bottom If I don't vouch for you then that mean you ain't solid I represent the Nine, the Nine I represent the Nine, the Nine Everybody try to say they started at the bottom If I don't vouch for you then that mean you ain't solid I represent the Nine, the Nine I represent the Nine, the Nine