"Hell On Earth (Front Lines)" 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 s**t Blood flood your eye, **** up your optics Switch to killer instincts for ****** pop s**t Yo ***** Noyd what's the topic Nine pound we rocked in 96 strike back with more hot s**t 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 ****** lose stripes Or lose life, jail ****** 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 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 [X 2] We wreck the QBC, ***** 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 **** up, see how my foul now Articulate, hittin body parts to start shiftin s**t 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 ****** better body me Cause it's a small world and ******, talkin like b*****s B*****s singin like snitches, pointin you out in pictures Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa hatin me All that bulls**t, 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 s**t, that'll leave a loose ***** 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 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[X 2] Yo, the heavy metal king hold big s**t, 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, s**t 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, ****** is left stranded Shut down your operation, closed for business Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness POW ****** is found MIA We move like the special forces, green beret Heavily around my throat, I don't play S**t brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way The God P walk with a limp see, but simply To simplify s**t, 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 s**t 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 **** 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 ************ four pound Speakers leakin out sound and ****** 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 ***** stay on point never diss Regard s**t or forget the essence, from which I emerged P is sick, so save that bulls**t for the burbs Live up to my word, if I got beef, ****** comin in herds We flush through your click get purged .........
[00:00.000]"Hell On Earth (Front Lines)" [00:09.880]Yo, the saga begins, beget war [00:13.180]I draw first blood be the first to set it off [00:15.950]My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws [00:18.530]We takin what's yours we do jerks rush the doors [00:21.020]Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss [00:23.690]In full force, my team'll go at your main source [00:26.330]We're not tourists, hit bosses and take hostage [00:28.950]Your whole setup, from the ground up we lock s**t [00:31.680]Blood flood your eye, **** up your optics [00:34.310]Switch to killer instincts for ****** pop s**t [00:36.930]Yo ***** Noyd what's the topic Nine pound we rocked in [00:39.810]96 strike back with more hot s**t [00:42.030]Illuminate my team'll glow like, radiation [00:44.210]With no time for patient, or complication [00:46.640]Let's get it done right, my click airtight [00:49.280]Trapped in a never ending gunfight so ****** lose stripes [00:52.060]Or lose life, jail ****** sendin kites to the street [00:54.480]Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish em off [00:57.420]Well done meat, that said twenty-two slug to your head [01:00.620]Travel all the way down to your leg [01:02.700]Aiyyo it's hell on earth, whose next or gonna be first [01:05.730]The projects is front lines, and the enemy is one time [01:09.520]I ain't gotta tell you [01:10.970]It's right in front of your eyes [X 2] [01:23.500]We wreck the QBC, ***** rep yours it's all love [01:26.220]Milli stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug [01:29.000]Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound [01:31.580]And bow down, slow the **** up, see how my foul now [01:34.210]Articulate, hittin body parts to start shiftin s**t [01:36.590]Never hesitant, it's the crack game unlimited [01:39.570]Summon rasta we can do this, forever infinite [01:41.990]Then reminesce, twenty years later how we was gettin it [01:44.360]Either with me go against the grain you better hit me [01:46.990]Leggin me or robbin me ****** better body me [01:49.680]Cause it's a small world and ******, talkin like b*****s [01:52.200]B*****s singin like snitches, pointin you out in pictures [01:55.180]Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa hatin me [01:58.340]All that bulls**t, is just makin me [02:00.350]More the better, then concentrate on gettin chedda [02:02.730]If shorty set you up you better dead her, I told you [02:05.340]Shape and mold you, Sun you, then I hold you [02:08.330]Like a pimp mind control you double edge blow you [02:10.610]It'll be I, like I'm supposed to, the click is coastal [02:13.740]International to local, Bacardi mix physically fix [02:17.270]Hit you with s**t, that'll leave a loose ***** stiff [02:20.150]Probably thick, Son I solved em [02:21.530]Pulled him in my world then evolved him to chaos [02:24.310]Walk the beat like, around the way cops the average pitstop [02:27.290]QBCity GodFather Part III, Gotti Gambino [02:30.220]And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace [02:33.620]whose next or gonna be first [02:34.980]The projects is front lines, and the enemy is one time [02:38.820]I ain't gotta tell you [02:40.390]It's right in front of your eyes[X 2] [02:52.920]Yo, the heavy metal king hold big s**t, with spare clips [02:55.950]You seein clips when the mac spit your top got split [02:58.630]Layin dead with open eyes close his eyelids [03:01.010]Turn off his lights switch to darkness, cause deep in the abyss [03:03.480]Is street life, blood on my kicks, s**t on my knife [03:05.860]Youse the wild child, kid cold turnin men into mice [03:08.490]I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet [03:11.520]The Phantom of Crime Rap, ****** is left stranded [03:14.300]Shut down your operation, closed for business [03:17.080]Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness [03:19.350]POW ****** is found MIA [03:22.180]We move like the special forces, green beret [03:24.770]Heavily around my throat, I don't play [03:27.290]S**t brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way [03:29.730]The God P walk with a limp see, but simply [03:32.310]To simplify s**t, no man can go against me [03:35.190]Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me [03:38.050]I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty [03:40.380]The reason why it full for so long, cause I don't waste s**t [03:43.220]You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it [03:45.810]Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin [03:48.440]I hear thugs, claimin that they gonna rob the Mobb [03:51.150]When they see us, I tell you what black, here's the issue [03:53.620]It's a package deal, you rob me, you take this message [03:56.500]Along with that, I ain't your average cat [03:58.780]**** rap, I'm tryin to make CREAM and that's that [04:01.600]Whatever it takes however it gots to go down [04:04.330]Four mikes on stage a ************ four pound [04:06.960]Speakers leakin out sound and ****** leakin on the ground [04:09.680]I could truely care less the God will get his [04:12.170]Regardless blow for blow let's find out who wear hardest [04:14.440]This rap artist used to be a stickup artist [04:17.330]Sometimes I test myself see if I still got it [04:19.750]A live ***** stay on point never diss [04:22.140]Regard s**t or forget the essence, from which I emerged [04:25.170]P is sick, so save that bulls**t for the burbs [04:27.130]Live up to my word, if I got beef, ****** comin in herds [04:30.480]We flush through your click get purged [04:34.060].........
