Hell On Earth (Front Lines)

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 gun 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 in '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 20 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, then 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 It'll be 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 then evolved him to chaos Walk the beat like around the way cops the average pitstop QB City Godfather Pt III Gotti, Gambino and Ty Nitty, Scarface, rest in peace Whose necks are gonna be first? The projects is front line and the enemy is one-time I ain't gotta tell you, ayo, it's right in front of your eyes 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, 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 P.O.W. niggas is found M.I.A 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 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 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 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 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 word, if I got beef, niggas comin' in herds We flush through, your clique get purged (word up)