Hell on Earth (Front Lines) - Mobb Deep
Yo the saga begins begin war
I draw first Blood be the first to set it off
My cause tap all jaws lay down laws
We taking what's yours we do jooxs rush the doors
Here come the D'z trying to make breeze and guns toss
In full force my team'll go at your main source
My 9 Taurus hit bosses and take hostage
Your whole setup from the ground up we lock sh*t
Blood flood your eye f**k up your optics
Switch to killer instincts for ni**as pop sh*t
Yo ni**a Noyd what's the topic Nine pound we rocked in
'96 strike back with more hot sh*t
Illuminate my team'll glow like radiation
With no time for patient or complication
Let's get it done right my clique airtight
Trapped in a never-ending gunfight so ni**as lose stripes
Or lose life jail ni**as sending kites to the street
Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked finish 'em off
Well done meat that said 22 slug to your head
Travel all the way down to your leg
Ayo it's Hell on Earth
Whose next are gonna be first
The projects is front line
And the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
We rep the QBC Earth
Whose next are gonna be first
The projects is front line
And the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
We rep the QBC ni**a rep yours it's all love
Milli stacked down heavenly guarded by hollow-tip slug
Then crack down on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down slow the f**k up see how my foul now
Articulate hitting body parts to start shiftin' sh*t
Never hesitant it's the rap game unlimited
Summon rasta we can do this forever infinite
Then reminisce 20 years later how we was gettin' it
Either with me go against the grain you better hit me
Legging me or robbing me ni**as better body me
‘Cause it's a small world and ni**as talking like b**ches
B**ches singing like snitches pointing you out in pictures
‘Cause she rep the QBC faithfully playa hating me
All that bullshit is just making me
More the better then concentrate on getting cheddar
If shorty set you up you better dead her I told you
Shape and mold you son you then I hold you
Like a pimp mind control you double edge blow you
It'll be I like I'm supposed to the click is coastal
International you local Bacardi mix physically fix
Hit you with sh*tthat'll leave a loose ni**a stiff
Probably thick son I solved 'em
Pulled him in my world then evolved him to chaos
Walk the beat like around the way cops the average pitstop
QB City Godfather Pt III Gotti Gambino and Ty Nitty
Scarface rest in peace
Yo the heavy on Earth
Whose next are gonna be first
The projects is front line
And the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
Ayo it's Hell on Earth
Whose next are gonna be first
The projects is front line
And the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
Yo the heavy metal king hold big sh*twith spare clips
You see an eclipse when the MAC spit your top got split
Laying dead with open eyes close his eyelids
Turn off his lights switch to darkness
‘Cause deep in the abyss is street life
Blood on my kicks sh*ton my knife
You's the wild child kid cold turning men into mice
I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet
The Phantom of Crime Rap ni**as is left stranded
Shut down your operation closed for business
Leave a foul taste in your mouth like Guinness
POW ni**as is found MIA
We move like special forces Green Beret
Heavily around my throat I don't play
Sh*t brand new back in '89 the same way
The God P walk with a limp see but simply
To simplify sh*tno man can go against me
Test me you must be bent G don't tempt me
I had this full clip for so long it needs to empty
The reason why it's full for so long
‘cause I don't waste sh*t
You properly hit blood in your mouth
So you could taste it
Quiet as kept I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs claiming that they gonna rob the Mobb
When they see us I tell you what Black
Here's the issue it's a package deal you rob me
You take these missiles along with that
I ain't your average cat
F**k rap I'm trying to make cream and that's that
Whatever it takes however it gots to go down
Four mics on stage a motherf**king four pound
Speakers leaking out sound
And ni**as leaking on the ground
I could truly care less the God gon' get his
Regardless blow for blow let's find out who wear hardest
This rap artist used to be a stickup artist
Sometimes I test myself see if I still got it
A live ni**a stay on point never diss
Regard sh*tor forget the essence from which I emerged
P is sick so save that bullshit for the birds
Live up to my word if I got beef ni**as coming in herds
We flush through your clique get purged