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    Mobb Deep

    Hell On Earth (Front Lines)

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    [Prodigy]
    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 shit
    Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
    Switch to killer instincts for niggaz 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 click airtight
    Trapped in a never ending gunfight so niggaz lose stripes
    or lose life, jail niggaz 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
    Chorus: together
    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
    (repeat 2X)
    [Havoc]
    We wreck 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, hittin body parts to start shiftin shit
    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 niggaz better body me
    Cause it's a small world and niggaz, 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 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
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