Hell On Earth (front Lines) Lyrics - Hell On Earth - Mobb Deep

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 st 

Blood flood your eye, fk up your optics 

Switch to killer instincts for ngaz pop st 

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

Ninety-six strike back with more hot st 

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 ngaz lose stripes 

Or lose life, jail ngaz 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? 

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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, nga 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 fk up, see how my foul now 

Articulate, hittin' body parts to start shiftin' st 

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 

Either with me go against the grain you better hit me 

Leggin' me or robbin' me ngaz better body me 

'Cause it's a small world and ngaz, talkin' like bitches 

Bitches singin' like snitches, pointin' you out in pictures 

'Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa hatin' me 

All that bullst 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 st, that'll leave a loose nga 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 

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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 

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 st, 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, st 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, ngaz is left stranded 

Shut down your operation, closed for business 

Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness 

POW ngaz is found MIA 

We move like the special forces, green beret 

Heavily around my throat, I don't play 

st brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way 

The God P walk with a limp see, but simply 

To simplify st, 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 st 

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 

fk 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 motherfkin' four pound 

Speakers leakin' out sound and ngaz 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 nga stay on point never diss 

Regard st or forget the essence, from which I emerged 

P is sick, so save that bullst for the burbs 

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

We flush through your click get purged