Mobb Deep Feat. Front Lines - Hell On Earth lyrics
rate meYo, the saga begins, beget war<br />
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off<br />
My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws<br />
We takin' what's yours, we do jerks, rush the doors<br />
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Here come the deez tryin' to make breeze and guns toss<br />
In full force, my team'll go at your main source<br />
Ma Torres hit bosses and take hostage<br />
Your whole setup, from the ground up, we lock shit<br />
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Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics<br />
Switch to killer instincts for niggaz, pop shit<br />
Yo, nigga, Noyd, what's the topic? Nine pound, we rocked in<br />
'96, strike back with more hot shit<br />
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Illuminate, my team'll glow like radiation<br />
With no time for patient or complication<br />
Let's get it done right, my click airtight<br />
Trapped in an never ending gunfight<br />
So niggaz lose stripes or lose life<br />
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Jail niggaz sendin' kites to the street<br />
Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish 'em off<br />
Well done meat, that said twenty-two slug to your head<br />
Travel all the way down to your leg<br />
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Aiyyo, it's hell on earth, who's next or gonna be first?<br />
The projects is front lines and the enemy is one time<br />
I ain't gotta tell you<br />
It's right in front of your eyes<br />
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Aiyyo, it's hell on earth, who's next or gonna be first?<br />
The projects is front lines and the enemy is one time<br />
I ain't gotta tell you<br />
Yo, it's right in front of your eyes<br />
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We rep the QBC, nigga rep yours, it's all love<br />
Milli stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug<br />
Then crack down on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound<br />
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how I'ma found now<br />
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Articulate, hittin' body parts to start shiftin' shit<br />
Never hesitant, it's the rap game unlimited<br />
Summon rasta, we can do this, forever infinite<br />
Then reminisce, twenty years later how we was gettin' it<br />
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Either with me, go against the grain, you better hit me<br />
Leggin' me or robbin' me, niggaz better body me<br />
'Cause it's a small world and niggaz talkin' like bitches<br />
Bitches singin' like snitches, pointin' you out in pictures<br />
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'Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa hatin' me<br />
All that bullshit is just makin' me<br />
More the better, then concentrate on gettin' chedda<br />
If shorty set you up, you better dead her<br />
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I told you, shape and mold you, sun you, then I hold you<br />
Like a pimp mind control you, double edge blow you<br />
It'll be I like I'm supposed to, the click is coastal<br />
International, you local, Bacardi mix physically fix<br />
Hit you with shit, that'll leave a loose nigga stiff<br />
Probably thick, son, I solved 'em<br />
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Pulled him in my world, then evolved him to chaos<br />
Walk the beat like around the way cops, the average pit stop<br />
QBCity, God Father Part III, Gotti Gambino<br />
And Ty Nitty, Scarface, rest in peace<br />
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Who's next or gonna be first?<br />
The projects is front lines and the enemy is one time<br />
I ain't gotta tell you<br />
Aiyyo, it's right in front of your eyes<br />
<br />
Hell on earth, who's next or gonna be first<br />
The projects is front lines and the enemy is one time<br />
I ain't gotta tell you<br />
Aiyyo, it's right in front of your eyes<br />
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Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit with spare clips<br />
You seein' clips when the mac spit, your top got split<br />
Layin' dead with open eyes, close his eyelids<br />
Turn off his lights, switch to darkness, it's deep in the abyss<br />
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It's street life, blood on my kicks, shit on my knife<br />
You'se the wild child, kick'll turn 'em men into mice<br />
I was born to take power, leave my mark on this planet<br />
The Phantom of Crime Rap, niggaz is left stranded<br />
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Shut down your operation, closed for business<br />
Leave a foul taste in your mouth like Guinness<br />
P.O.W. niggaz is found M.I.A.<br />
We move like the special forces, green beret<br />
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Heavily around my throat, I don't play<br />
Shit brand new, back in '89, the same way<br />
The God P walk with a limp see but simply<br />
To simplify shit, no man can go against me<br />
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Test me you, must be bent G, don't tempt me<br />
I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty<br />
The reason why it full for so long 'cause I don't waste shit<br />
You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it<br />
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Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin<br />
I hear thugs claimin' that they gonna rob the Mobb<br />
When they see us, I tell you what, black, here's the issue<br />
It's a package deal, you rob me<br />
You take this misses along with that<br />
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I ain't your average cat<br />
Fuck rap, I'm tryin' to make C.R.E.A.M. and that's that<br />
Whatever it takes, however, it gots to go down<br />
Four mikes on stage, a motherfuckin' four pound<br />
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Speakers leakin' out sound and niggaz leakin' on the ground<br />
I could truly care less, the God will get his<br />
Regardless blow for blow, let's find out who wear hardest<br />
This rap artist used to be a stickup artist<br />
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Sometimes I test myself, see if I still got it<br />
A live nigga stay on point, never diss<br />
Regard shit or forget the essence, from which I emerged<br />
P is sick, so save that bullshit for the 'burbs<br />
Live up to my word, if I got beef, niggaz comin' in herds<br />
We flush through, your click get purged
