Текст песни Mobb Deep - Hell on Earth (Front Lines), слова песни Mobb Deep

Текст песни Mobb Deep - Hell on Earth (Front Lines)

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[Prodigy]Yo, the saga begins, beget warI draw first blood be the first to set it offMy cause, tap all jaws lay down lawsWe takin what`s yours we do jerks rush the doorsHere come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns tossIn full force, my team`ll go at your main sourceWe`re not tourists, hit bosses and take hostageYour whole setup, from the ground up we lock shitBlood flood your eye, fuck up your opticsSwitch to killer instincts for niggaz pop shitYo nigga Noyd what`s the topic? Nine pound we rocked inNinety-six strike back with more hot shitIlluminate my team`ll glow like, radiationWith no time for patient, or complicationLet`s get it done right, my click airtightTrapped in a never ending gunfight so niggaz lose stripesor lose life, jail niggaz sendin kites to the streetOver some beef that wasn`t fully cooked, finish em offWell done meat, that said twenty-two slug to your headTravel all the way down to your legChorus: togetherAiyyo it`s hell on earth, whose next or gonna be firstThe projects is front lines, and the enemy is one timeI ain`t gotta tell youIt`s right in front of your eyes(repeat 2X)[Havoc]We wreck the QBC, nigga rep yours it`s all loveMilli stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slugThen crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat soundAnd bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul nowArticulate, hittin body parts to start shiftin shitNever hesitant, it`s the crack game unlimitedSummon rasta we can do this, forever infiniteThen reminesce, twenty years later how we was gettin itEither with me go against the grain you better hit meLeggin me or robbin me niggaz better body meCause it`s a small world and niggaz, talkin like bitchesBitches singin like snitches, pointin you out in picturesCause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa hatin meAll that bullshit, is just makin meMore the better, then concentrate on gettin cheddaIf shorty set you up you better dead her, I told youShape and mold you, Sun you, then I hold youLike a pimp mind control you double edge blow youIt`ll be I, like I`m supposed to, the click is coastalInternational to local, Bacardi mix physically fixHit you with shit, that`ll leave a loose nigga stiffProbably thick, Son I solved emPulled him in my world then evolved him to chaosWalk the beat like, around the way cops the average pitstopQBCity GodFather Part III, Gotti GambinoAnd Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peaceChorus[Prodigy]Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clipsYou seein clips when the mac spit your top got splitLayin dead with open eyes close his eyelidsTurn off his lights switch to darkness, cause deep in the abyssis street life, blood on my kicks, shit on my knifeYouse the wild child, kid cold turnin men into miceI was born to take power leave my mark on this planetThe Phantom of Crime Rap, niggaz is left strandedShut down your operation, closed for businessLeave a foul taste in your mouth, like GuinnessPOW niggaz is found MIAWe move like the special forces, green beretHeavily around my throat, I don`t playShit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same wayThe God P walk with a limp see, but simplyTo simplify shit, no man can go against meTest me you must be bent G, don`t tempt meI had this full clip for so long, it needs to emptyThe reason why it full for so long, cause I don`t waste shitYou properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste itQuiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spinI hear thugs, claimin that they gonna rob the MobbWhen they see us, I tell you what black, here`s the issueIt`s a package deal, you rob me, you take this messagealong with that, I ain`t your average catFuck rap, I`m tryin to make CREAM and that`s thatWhatever it takes however it gots to go downFour mikes on stage a motherfuckin four poundSpeakers leakin out sound and niggaz leakin on the groundI could truely care less the God will get hisRegardless blow for blow let`s find out who wear hardestThis rap artist used to be a stickup artistSometimes I test myself see if I still got itA live nigga stay on point never dissRegard shit or forget the essence, from which I emergedP is sick, so save that bullshit for the burbsLive up to my word, if I got beef, niggaz comin in herdsWe flush through your click get purged

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Hell on Earth (Front Lines)

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