Mobb Deep - Hell on Earth (Front Lines) lyrics
[Mobb Deep - Hell on Earth Front Lines lyrics]
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 takin' what's yours, we do jux
Rush the doors here come the D's
Time 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 shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts 'fore
Niggas pop shit
Yo, nigga Noyd, what's the topic?
Nine pound, we rocked it
'96, 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 clique airtight
Trapped in a never-ending gunfight
So niggas lose stripes or lose life
Jail niggas sendin' kites to the street
Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked
Finish 'em off, well done meat
Then send 22 slug to your head
Travel all the way down to your leg
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
Whose necks 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 necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
And the enemy is one-time
I ain't gotta tell you
Yo, it's right in front of your eyes
We rep the QBC, nigga, rep yours
It's all love milli' stacked down
Heavily 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 rap game unlimited
Sign my roster, 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
Niggas better body me
‘Cause it's a small world and
Niggas 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 to concentrate
On gettin' 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
In the B-I like I'm supposed to
The clique is coastal
International, you 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 and
Evolved him to chaos
Walk the beat like around the
Way cops the average pit'stop
QB City, Godfather Pt I I I
Gotti, Gambino, and Ty Nitty
Scarface, rest in peace
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
Whose necks 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 necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
And the enemy is one-time
I ain't gotta tell you
Yo, it's right in front of your eyes
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line (Front line)
And the enemy is one-time (One-time)
I ain't gotta tell you
Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes
Hell on Earth
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line (Front line)
And the enemy is one-time (One-time)
I ain't gotta tell you
Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes
Yo, the heavy metal king
Hold big shit with spare clips
You see eclipse when the MAC spit
Your top got split
Layin' dead with open eyes
Close his eyelids
Turn off his lights, switch to darkness
It's deep in the abyss of street life
Blood on my kicks, shit on my knife
You's the wild child
Kicko turnin' men into mice
I was born to take power
Leave my mark on this planet
The phantom of crime rap
Niggas is left stranded
Shut down your operation, closed for business
Leave a foul taste in
Your mouth like Guinness
POW niggas is found MIA
We move like special forces, Green Beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in '89, 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's full for so
Long 'cause I don't waste shit
You properly hit
Blood in your mouth so you could taste it
Quiet is 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 these missiles
Along with that, I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap
I'm tryna make cream and that's that
Whatever it takes, however it gots to go down
Four mics on stage
A motherfuckin' four-pound
Speakers leakin' out sound and niggas
Leakin' on the ground
I could truly care less
The God gon' get his regardless
Blow-for-blow, let's find out
Who hit 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 disregard shit
Or forget the essence from which I emerged
P is sick
So save that bullshit for the birds (Nigga)
Live up to my words, if I got beef
Niggas comin' in herds (Nigga)
We flush through, your clique get purged
(Word up)
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 jux
Rush the doors here come the D's
Time 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 shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts 'fore
Niggas pop shit
Yo, nigga Noyd, what's the topic?
Nine pound, we rocked it
'96, 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 clique airtight
Trapped in a never-ending gunfight
So niggas lose stripes or lose life
Jail niggas sendin' kites to the street
Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked
Finish 'em off, well done meat
Then send 22 slug to your head
Travel all the way down to your leg
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
Whose necks 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 necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
And the enemy is one-time
I ain't gotta tell you
Yo, it's right in front of your eyes
We rep the QBC, nigga, rep yours
It's all love milli' stacked down
Heavily 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 rap game unlimited
Sign my roster, 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
Niggas better body me
‘Cause it's a small world and
Niggas 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 to concentrate
On gettin' 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
In the B-I like I'm supposed to
The clique is coastal
International, you 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 and
Evolved him to chaos
Walk the beat like around the
Way cops the average pit'stop
QB City, Godfather Pt I I I
Gotti, Gambino, and Ty Nitty
Scarface, rest in peace
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
Whose necks 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 necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
And the enemy is one-time
I ain't gotta tell you
Yo, it's right in front of your eyes
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line (Front line)
And the enemy is one-time (One-time)
I ain't gotta tell you
Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes
Hell on Earth
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line (Front line)
And the enemy is one-time (One-time)
I ain't gotta tell you
Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes
Yo, the heavy metal king
Hold big shit with spare clips
You see eclipse when the MAC spit
Your top got split
Layin' dead with open eyes
Close his eyelids
Turn off his lights, switch to darkness
It's deep in the abyss of street life
Blood on my kicks, shit on my knife
You's the wild child
Kicko turnin' men into mice
I was born to take power
Leave my mark on this planet
The phantom of crime rap
Niggas is left stranded
Shut down your operation, closed for business
Leave a foul taste in
Your mouth like Guinness
POW niggas is found MIA
We move like special forces, Green Beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in '89, 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's full for so
Long 'cause I don't waste shit
You properly hit
Blood in your mouth so you could taste it
Quiet is 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 these missiles
Along with that, I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap
I'm tryna make cream and that's that
Whatever it takes, however it gots to go down
Four mics on stage
A motherfuckin' four-pound
Speakers leakin' out sound and niggas
Leakin' on the ground
I could truly care less
The God gon' get his regardless
Blow-for-blow, let's find out
Who hit 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 disregard shit
Or forget the essence from which I emerged
P is sick
So save that bullshit for the birds (Nigga)
Live up to my words, if I got beef
Niggas comin' in herds (Nigga)
We flush through, your clique get purged
(Word up)