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Hell On Earth (front Lines) Lyrics

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Mobb Deep : Hell On Earth (front Lines) Lyrics

Songwriters: Johnson, Albert; Muchita, Kejuan Waliek;

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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

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