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 jerks, rush the doors

Here come the D's, tryna make breeze and guns toss

At full force, some 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 ya eye, fuck up ya optics

Switch to killa instinct, fo' **** pop shit

Yo **** know he was the topic, nine pound, we rocked it

'96 strike back with more hot shit

Illuminate, my team'll glow like, radiation

With to time for patience, or complication

Let's get it done right, my clique airtight

Trapped in a never-ending gun fight, some **** lose stripes and lose life

Jail **** sendin' kites to the street

Over some beef that wasn't fully coked, finish 'em off

Well-done meat, that said, .22 slug to ya head

Travel all the way down to ya leg

Ayo, it's Hell on Earth

Who's necks are gonna be first?

The projects is frontline

And the enemy is one-time

I ain't gotta tell you

It's right in front of ya eyes

Ayo, it's Hell on Earth

Who's necks are gonna be first?

The projects is frontline

And the enemy is one-time

I ain't gotta tell you

Yo, it's right in front of ya eyes

We rep the QBC, ****, rep yours, it's all love

Milli stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow-tip slugs

Then crack down on wanna be thugs, adapt to gat sound

Then bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now

Articulate, hittin' body parts, then start shiftin' shit

Never hesitant, it's the rap game unlimited

Summon rasta, we can do this, forever infinite

Then reminisce, twenty years later, how we was gettin' it

Ether with me, go against the grain, you better hit me

Leggin' me or robbin' me, **** better body me

'Cause it's a small world and **** 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 ya, like I'm supposed to, the clique is coastal

International, you local, Bacardi mix, physically fix

Hit you wit shit that'll leave a loose **** stiff

Probably thick, son, I solved 'em

Pulled him in my world, then evolved 'em in chaos

Walk the beat like around the way cops, the average pitstop

QB City, Godfather Part III, Gotti, Gambino, and Ty Nitty

Scarface, rest in peace

Who's necks are gonna be first?

The projects is frontline

And the enemy is one-time

I ain't gotta tell you

Ayo, it's right in front of ya eyes

Hell on Earth

Who's necks are gonna be first?

The projects is frontline

And the enemy is one-time

I ain't gotta tell you

Ayo, it's right in front of ya eyes

Yo, the heavy metal king, hold big shit with spare clips

You see eclipse when the Mac spit, ya top got split

Layin' dead with open eyes, close his eyelids

Turn off his lights, switch to darkness

'Cause Deep in the abyss of street life

Blood on my kicks shit on my knife

You's a wold child, kid cold, turnin' men into mice

I was born to take power, leave my mark on this planet

The Phantom of Crime Rap, **** is left stranded

Shut down ya operation, closed for business

Leave a foul taste in your mouth like Guinness

P.O.W. **** is found, M.I.A.

We move like the special forces, Green Beret

Heavily around my throat, I don't play

And 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 I 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 ya 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 mothafuckin' four pound

Speakers leakin' out sound and **** leakin' on the ground

I could truly care less, the God gon' get his

Regardless, blow for blow, let's find out who way hardest

This rap artist used to be a stickup artist

Sometimes, I test myself, see if I still got it

A live **** stay on point, never disregard shit

Or forget the essence, from which I emerged

P is sick, so save that bullshit for the birds

Live up to my words, if I got beef, **** comin' in herds

We flush through, ya clique get purged