“Front Lines (Hell on Earth)” was the official first single from Mobb Deep’s Hell on Earth album. The song is listed on the album as “Hell on Earth (Front Lines)”.
The song is also included on the best of album Life of the Infamous: The Best of Mobb Deep
[Verse 1: Prodigy] 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 guns 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 it '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
[Chorus] 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
[Verse 2: Havoc] 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 twenty 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 to 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 In the B-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 and 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
[Chorus] Whose necks are gonna be first? The projects is front line (Front line) And the enemy is one-time (One-time) I ain't gotta tell you Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes Hell on Earth Whose necks are gonna be first? The projects is front line (Front line) And the enemy is one-time (One-time) I ain't gotta tell you Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes
[Verse 3: Prodigy] 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 is 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 hit 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 words, if I got beef, niggas comin' in herds (Nigga) We flush through, your clique get purged (Word up)
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
Ayo 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 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
Ayo 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 We wreck the QBC, nigga rep yours it's all love
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 probably hid, 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 truly 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
Still banging
Welcome Back
This is what they going to Play when I walk into heaven
WHEN RAPP MUSIC WAS RAPP MUSIC AND THESE TWO RAPPERS NEVER NEEDS TO USE THE N-WORD.
(Old School)
Man I love this beat
I do whatever the fuck I wanna do
I don't fuck with nerds fuck your code
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
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 guns 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 it
'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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2: Havoc]
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 twenty 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 to 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
In the B-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 and 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
[Chorus]
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line (Front line)
And the enemy is one-time (One-time)
I ain't gotta tell you
Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes
Hell on Earth
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line (Front line)
And the enemy is one-time (One-time)
I ain't gotta tell you
Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes
[Verse 3: Prodigy]
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 is 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 hit 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 words, if I got beef, niggas comin' in herds (Nigga)
We flush through, your clique get purged (Word up)
love hearing that 1st bass drop at the start hit that dark sample
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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
Ayo 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
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
Ayo 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
We wreck the QBC, nigga rep yours it's all love
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 probably hid, 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 truly 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
Drake realized she talks a whole lot of nothing… blocked them immediately
2022 still here and till I die
https://youtu.be/m5bBgJgndPw
2022 still listening old school till⚰️
2 mins in im wearin timbs indoors
Who’s watching 2022
Gambios
RIP to Prodigy, Legends never die.
Almost 11 years later after this upload and it still plays on repeat, nothing will truly replace or beat OG New York rap
Biggie murdered this beat on his freestyle with Sway
In 2022 still listening. RIP Prodigy
Respect from france