Tytuł: Hell on Earth (Front Lines)

• Wykonawca: Mobb Deep
• Wyświetleń: 286

[Prodigy]
  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
  
  Chorus: together
  
  Aiyyo it's hell on earth, whose 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
  (repeat 2X)
  
  [Havoc]
  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 reminesce, 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, Sun 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
  
  Chorus
  
  [Prodigy]
  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
  Youse 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 truely 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