Mobb Deep - Hell On Earth (Front Lines) Lyrics

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Yo the saga begins beget war

I draw first blood be the first to set it off

My 'cause tap all jaws lay down laws

We takin' what's yours we do jerks rush the doors

Here come the deez tryin' to make breeze

And guns toss in full force

My team'll go at your main source

We're not tourists hit bosses and take hostage

Your whole setup from the ground up we lock shit

Blood flood your eye fuck up your optics

Switch to killer instincts for niggaz pop shit

Yo nigga Noyd what's the topic? Nine pound we rocked in

Ninety-six strike back with more hot shit

Illuminate my team'll glow like radiation

With no time for patient or complication

Let's get it done right my click airtight

Trapped in a never ending gunfight so niggaz lose stripes

Or lose life jail niggaz sendin' kites to the street

Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked finish 'em off

Well done Meat that said twenty-two slug to your head

Travel all the way down to your leg

Aiyyo it's hell on earth who's next or gonna be first?

The projects is front lines and the enemy is one time

I ain't gotta tell you it's right in front of your eyes

Aiyyo it's hell on earth who's next or gonna be first?

The projects is front lines and the enemy is one time

I ain't gotta tell you it's right in front of your eyes

We wreck the QBC nigga 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 fuck up see how my foul now

Articulate hittin' body parts to start shiftin' shit

Never hesitant it's the crack game unlimited

Summon rasta we can do this forever infinite

Then reminisce twenty years later how we was gettin' it

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Either with me go against the grain you better hit me

Leggin' me or robbin' me niggaz better body me

'Cause it's a small world and niggaz talkin' like bitches

Bitches singin' like snitches pointin' you out in pictures

'Cause she rep the QBC faithfully playa hatin' me

All that bullshit is just makin' me

More the better then concentrate on gettin' chedda

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 to local Bacardi mix physically fix

Hit you with shit that'll leave a loose nigga 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

QBCity GodFather Part III Gotti Gambino

And Ty Nitty Scarface rest in peace

Aiyyo it's hell on earth who's next or gonna be first

The projects is front lines 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 shit with spare clips

You seein' clips when the mac spit your top got split

Layin' 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 shit on my knife

You's the wild child kid cold turnin' men into mice

I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet

The Phantom of Crime Rap niggaz is left stranded

Shut down your operation closed for business

Leave a foul taste in your mouth like Guinness

POW niggaz is found MIA

We move like the special forces green beret

Heavily around my throat I don't play

Shit brand new back in eighty-nine the same way

The God P walk with a limp see but simply

To simplify shit no 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 full for so long cause I don't waste shit

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 claimin' 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 this message

Along with that I ain't your average cat

Fuck rap I'm tryin' to make Cream and that's that

Whatever it takes however it gots to go down

Four mikes on stage a motherfuckin' four pound

Speakers leakin' out sound and niggaz leakin' on the ground

I could truly care less the God will 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 nigga stay on point never diss

Regard shit or forget the essence from which I emerged

P is sick so save that bullshit for the burbs

Live up to my word if I got beef niggaz comin' in herds

We flush through your click get purged

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