Donovan "Tha Dirtbiker" Sound - Mayday on the Frontline lyrics

[Intro] n***as why? n***as please, please, please Mayday, mayday, we're going down [Verse 1] n***as screaming mayday cause Ren is kicking a** like Pelé Making fools run like it's a relay But ain't no fools running sprints in shorts It's just n***as shooting dice on the basketball courts Waiting for the day to get revenge for the days Of the slave ships, ya got the Bloods and the Crips United putting guns together To give white people stormy weather But they can't hide under no umbrella Cause we be breaking n***as out the motherf**ing jail cella Fella, so who gives a hell of a about the man - The KK Klan So here we go again scaring people to d**h Knocking n***as out with the indo on the breath On the old english because we use broken english So you can understand now who's the man It gotta be me, I got the sh** organized So when you see us coming don't be acting surprised Mayday on the frontline [Verse 2] Oh my God, he's been shot in the chest Yo he's a redneck, huh, throw him with the rest Of the dead bodies we be burying With 2 million n***as got guns, and carry them Shoot people first and ask questions later Just like a n***a was a terminator So n***as know what they gotta do I won't bring up that Rodney King sh**, cause that's through Now back to the blue prints, behind the fence A gang a n***as strapped and it ain't no coincidence Now it's time for the camouflage And all the n***as I can fit in back of the Dodge Time to go to war but this ain't the Middle East We're k**ing motherf**ers for revenge, f** peace So if ya see us, this is what ya do Grab your sh** and come along, we're k**ing cops in blue Even if the black cops are down with them Those sell out motherf**ers, yo, we're still gonna get them Because it's mayday on the frontline [Verse 3] Now I gotta play run away slave like a fiend Because they got me on the TV screen They said they wanted me dead or alive Cause I don't talk jive, I try to survive Telling n***as what's the deal on the streets So they don't get caught up in a gang sweep They gotta let them have it Shoot them in the a** like a motherf**ing rabbit Because they're losing altitude Because they're getting shot down by a n***a with an attitude Turbulence up ahead, yo The storms getting thick, cause I'm a man with a big a** dick Throw a grenade in their program Let them know who I am, a n***a can jam A little black n***a from the streets, over hip hop beats With a clan and we're wearing black sheets But we don't burn sh** in your front yard We'll beat your a** down on the boulevard So abandon ship, grab your parachute Cause n***as coming in khaki suits and steel toed boots Stomping motherf**ers in the way of the process Or they might get a bullet to the chest It gotta be me, I got the sh** organized So when you see me coming don't be acting surprised Mayday on the frontline