Hell on Earth (feat. Styles P)

NovA - Verse 1:

Cops that search cavities

Tragedy, street, hammers, leave

Caskets, teen casualties, paster say it ain’t as it seems.

Says heavens on my doorstep

All I see is a war that’s

Outside of my blinds and porches

Should I survive these forces

Took loses, that left forces

On the wire, of course it’s

On channel 6 at 4

Plus, my man said keep a banger

Cuz danger lurking, round corners

I’m steeped, so deep the reaper, would need, his black sheet to haunt us

Will I survive the gauntlet

The ghetto left me shell shocked, cell tower, or cell blocks

Shots ring, or ya bail blocked

Leave earth, ain’t no pale dot

No Sagan’s, because Reagan, left neighborhoods everywhere hot

From projects to the crack house, the bando, was just our sandbox

**** beef, ain’t no lamb chop

Guns shots can’t no hand block

Won’t snitch, but shits depressing

Can’t guarantee that ya man’s not

D’evils, feed unfair shots

Search and seizure, the jail, cops,

Welfare office, cuz ain’t no check, up in your mailbox.

Chorus x2:

(Hell on earth)

We don’t sleep, cuz we don’t dream, ****

(Hell on earth)

After conviction be on a leash, ****

(Hell on earth)

Project babies, shoot up the scene, ****

(Hell on earth)

Get your honor, when court convene, ****

Styles P - Verse 2:

Hell on earth, dance with the devil, when in the devil’s spot

Project babies letting the metal pop

The court say in god we trust

But that is never ock,

Your honor ain’t got no honor

Streets is tougher than leather

Keep your third eye open for shit they never watch

Time don’t stop, but you never seen a forever clock

Nor calendar, life has its challenges

Makes you a challenger, until you a champion

Streets will put you to sleep, like it’s an ambien

Life is a bitch, well I’m guessing that she’s a hoe too

Hell on earth, fucked **** over what did you go through

Me, I been through a lot, homie and I can show you

Matter fact, I can tell you,

Trying to get to heaven, cuz I’ve been going through hell too

If you don’t ever sleep, there ain’t a dream they can sell you

Hell on earth, like the homie NovA tried to tell you.

Chorus x2:

(Hell on earth)

We don’t sleep, cuz we don’t dream, ****

(Hell on earth)

After conviction be on a leash, ****

(Hell on earth)

Project babies, shoot up the scene, ****

(Hell on earth)

Get your honor, when court convene, ****