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Hell on Earth (Front Lines)

Mobb Deep

The Source Presents: Hip Hop Hits [Clean]

1997

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

lyrics dirty
But my record is clean all my records is me
I'm flexing I'm flexing
Know lil nigga I'm flexing
You prolly warn rob me
Know now this ain't no

one, no, that is not for me
Time is money, waste my time, I'll rob your pockets clean
Lil boys be mad over money, hoes, then call it beef
In my circle,

Yeah
Yeah
Bad lil shawty, ride by my side
Smokin’ the kush, high like a kite
Love me too death, makin’ my night
I can feel deep, somethin’ ain’t right

Yeah
Yeah
Bad lil shawty, ride by my side
Smokin’ the kush, high like a kite
Love me too death, makin’ my night
I can feel deep, somethin’ ain’t right

high
Mix the lean with the xans
She my lil lady, she my baby (she my baby)
Her love and shit got me going crazy
(Going crazy)
I been super tired
I just

depend on shit
Hit a move with a nigga he gon tell like shit 
Woah that shit dont make no sense
I cant go so I stay tight like skinny jeans when you pick

Dead Presidents

Yo Gotti

Rather You Than Me

2017

front pages
Young niggas catching bodies, ain't no relations
I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa, Fiji
They rob you two times in a row, that's a repeat

don't do no captain
What if I told you somethin like this was bout to happen

You finna become a quadpelgic and depend on everybody
For everything but I

Steady on pace, that's no lie,  he ain't one of dem, make room when he come by
Always on point like bullseye, ten toes down to the code that I die by

trying bring up that boy, I don't know no foolio

Ayy, Lil Poppa, I know why them niggas mad they ain't want you to blow
Take care my fam, I gotta run

You do it big I do it bigger
I'mma pipe your ass down
I'mma young rich nigga
I be blowing by the pound
My eyes I can barely lift 'em
I ain't nothing

gettin that cheese and it come by the hour
Yeah it come by the hour
These niggas they claim we ain't making no noise we finna get louder
I sent that bread

nice to say that money is no object
But when it comes to your joy the game tends to rob it
So what do you do?
What do you choose?
In between dreams

ain't no where to go
How we planting these seeds
And not letting them grow
Shit daddy locked up
Repeated cycle crooked system
Ran by white folks
You might

match, I'm out in Queens
I keep the Desi by any means
I mix the Arc'teryx, with the yeah
I mix the Arc'teryx with the Gap
This not your hood, you gon' need

move they as flaw as it get
I'll rob you put the squad
Introvert by nature not that i don't like people I'm just kind of throwed off
Feel like everybody

on the wop he wanna rob he tryna die today
You niggas dont got no drop he tryna slide slide slide slide
Hit ay switch on all the blicks 
ay youngin don't miss

cooked for nine
Tan been kinda weak this past three, I had to mix it up
Fifteen ain't too bad, call up the guys, they come to pick you up
Murder him,

em'
I'm just here to show 'em that I ain't no regular dude
And ya bitch yeah she regular food
We don't play by the regular rules
They say Gee go

bands up
Don't got no manners
Everyday shitting on niggas I'm making em sick
She say that she want a bag
I take her to Loui I tell the lil bitch to go

need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You

and had the mask I was in that ass
That circle show no mercy when it come around and give it back 
Go rob him for that cash I was down up on my last 
Like

power just like mi cuete
Trece cuarenta y siete
You're all up in my mix ese, ya vete
Before you get sliced and diced with the machete
No te mesa, no se