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)