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Some information about Hell on Earth Lyrics Title: Mobb Deep - Hell on Earth lyrics Artist: Mobb Deep Album: Hell On Earth Visitors: 6 visitors have visited Hell on Earth Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. [Prodigy] Yothe saga beginsbeget war I draw first blood be the first to set it off My causetap 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 forcemy team ll go at your main source We re not touristshit bosses and take hostage Your whole setupfrom the ground up we lock shit Blood flood your eye 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 likeradiation With no time for patientor complication Let s get it done rightmy click airtight Trapped in a never ending gunfight so niggaz lose stripes or lose lifejail niggaz sendin kites to the street Over some beef that wasn t fully cookedfinish em off Well done meatthat said twenty-two slug to your head Travel all the way down to your leg Chorus: together Aiyyo it s hell on earthwhose next or gonna be first The projects is front linesand 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 QBCnigga rep yours it s all love Milli stacked downheavenly guarded by hollow tip slug Then crack downon wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound And bow downslow the upsee how my foul now Articulatehittin body parts to start shiftin shit Never hesitantit s the crack game unlimited Summon rasta we can do thisforever infinite Then reminescetwenty 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 niggaztalkin like bitches Bitches singin like snitchespointin you out in pictures Cause she rep the QBC faithfullyplaya hatin me All that is just makin me More the betterthen concentrate on gettin chedda If shorty set you up you better dead herI told you Shape and mold youSun youthen I hold you Like a pimp mind control you double edge blow you It ll be Ilike I m supposed tothe click is coastal International to localBacardi mix physically fix Hit you with shitthat ll leave a loose nigga stiff Probably thickSon I solved em Pulled him in my world then evolved him to chaos Walk the beat likearound the way cops the average pitstop QBCity GodFather Part IIIGotti Gambino And Ty NittyScarface rest in peace Chorus [Prodigy] Yothe heavy metal king hold big shitwith 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 darknesscause deep in the abyss is street lifeblood on my kicksshit on my knife Youse the wild childkid cold turnin men into mice I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet The Phantom of Crime Rapniggaz is left stranded Shut down your operationclosed for business Leave a foul taste in your mouthlike Guinness POW niggaz is found MIA We move like the special forcesgreen beret Heavily around my throatI don t play Shit brand newback in eighty-ninethe same way The God P walk with a limp seebut simply To simplify shitno man can go against me Test me you must be bent Gdon t tempt me I had this full clip for so longit needs to empty The reason why it full for so longcause I don t waste shit You properly hitblood in your mouthso you could taste it Quiet as keptI lay back and watch the world spin I hear thugsclaimin that they gonna rob the Mobb When they see usI tell you what blackhere s the issue It s a package dealyou rob meyou take this message along with thatI ain t your average cat rapI m tryin to make CREAM and that s that Whatever it takes however it gots to go down Four mikes on stage a mother in 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 essencefrom which I emerged P is sickso save that for the burbs Live up to my wordif I got beefniggaz comin in herds We flush through your click get purged Hottest songs from Mobb Deep : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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