Nightmare Da Unholy Priest - Front Lines (13th Chamber Remix) lyrics

[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 taking what's yours, we do jooxs, rush the doors Here come the D'z trying 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 sh** Blood flood your eye, f** up your optics Switch to k**er instincts for n***as pop sh** Yo, n***a Noyd, what's the topic? Nine pound we rocked in '96 strike back with more hot sh** 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 n***as lose stripes Or lose life, jail n***as sending kites to the street Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish 'em off Well done meat, that said 22 slug to your head Travel all the way down to your leg [Hook x2] Ayo, it's Hell on Earth Whose next 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 [Verse 2: Havoc] We rep the QBC, n***a 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 f** up, see how my foul now Articulate, hitting body parts to start shiftin' sh** Never hesitant, it's the rap game unlimited Summon rasta, we can do this, forever infinite Then reminisce, 20 years later how we was gettin' it Either with me, go against the grain, you better hit me Legging me or robbing me, n***as better body me ‘Cause it's a small world, and n***as talking like b**hes b**hes singing like snitches, pointing you out in pictures ‘Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa hating me All that bullsh**, is just making me More the better, then concentrate on getting 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 It'll be I like I'm supposed to, the clique is coastal International, you local Bacardi mix physically fix Hit you with sh** that'll leave a loose n***a 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 QB City Godfather Pt III, Gotti, Gambino and Ty Nitty Scarface, rest in peace! [Hook] [Verse 3: Prodigy] Yo, the heavy metal king, hold big sh** with spare clips You see an eclipse when the MAC spit, your top got split Laying 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, sh** on my knife You's the wild child, kid cold turning men into mice I was born to take power, leave my mark on this planet The Phantom of Crime Rap, n***as is left stranded Shut down your operation, closed for business Leave a foul taste in your mouth like Guinness POW n***as is found MIA We move like special forces, Green Beret Heavily around my throat, I don't play sh** brand new, back in '89, the same way The God P walk with a limp see, but simply To simplify sh**, 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 sh** 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, claiming 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 f** rap, I'm trying to make cream, and that's that Whatever it takes, however, it gots to go down Four mics on stage, a motherf**ing four pound Speakers leaking out sound and n***as leaking on the ground I could truly care less, the God gon' 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 n***a stay on point, never diss Regard sh** or forget the essence from which I emerged P is sick, so save that bullsh** for the birds Live up to my word, if I got beef, n***as coming in herds We flush through, your clique get purged