Hell on Earth (Front Lines)

[Verse 1: Prodigy] 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 taking what's yours we do jooxs rush the doors Here come the D'z trying to make breeze and guns 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 for niggas 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 clique airtight Trapped in a never ending gunfight so niggas lose stripes Or lose life, jail niggas sending 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 [Hook x2] It's hell on earth, whose next or 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 [Verse 2: Havoc] We rep 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, hitting body parts to start shifting 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 getting it Either with me go against the grain you better hit me Legging me or robbing me niggas better body me Cause it's a small world and niggas, talking like bitches Bitches singing like snitches, pointing you out in pictures Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa hating me All that bullshit, is just making me More the better, then concentrate on getting 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 click 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Prodigy] Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit with spare clips You see an eclipse when the Mac spit, your top got split Laying 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 turning 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 POW niggas is found MIA We move like 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'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, claiming 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 trying to make C.R.E.A.M. and that's that Whatever it takes however it gots to go down Four mics on stage a motherfucking four pound Speakers leaking out sound and niggas leaking 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 diss Regard shit or forget the essence, from which I emerged P is sick, so save that bullshit for the birds Live up to my word, if I got beef, niggas coming in herds We flush through your click get purged