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)
 
 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)