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Hell on Earth

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2016-12-29

  Edited by Holmes Dew

  Email:holmesdew@live.hk

  [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

  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

  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 these missiles

  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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