Hell on Earth Lyrics by Mobb Deep

Hell on Earth Lyrics

    [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
    International to 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
    QBCity GodFather Part III, Gotti Gambino
    And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace

    Chorus

    [Prodigy]
    Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, 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, shit 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, niggaz is left stranded
    Shut down your operation, closed for business
    Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness
    POW niggaz is found MIA
    We move like the 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 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 this message
    along with that, I ain't your average cat
    Fuck 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 motherfuckin four pound
    Speakers leakin out sound and niggaz 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 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 burbs
    Live up to my word, if I got beef, niggaz comin in herds
    We flush through your click get purged



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