G.O.D. Pt. III

Some of that 151 Son (yeah some of that bogus) ("What you got in the trunk?") Aight aiyyo Son yo yo You think that motherfuckin nigga's out there right now Son? (Word what he doin out here?) Son we got drama with that nigga Be tryin to fuckin front last week (What that kid out there? Yo I seen that nigga earlier knahmsayin?) Nah fuck that go go open the window real quick Son Open that fuckin window (You gonna take him from the window nigga?) Yo hold up That, there go, that's that nigga right there Son? Right next to the basketball court? (Yeah yeah, that's the one) Oh shit! come here come here come here come here, turn the lights out (I got somethin too Son, that's how we do) Turn the lights out, c'mon through (Back up, back up, they lookin) Aiyyo Son, I'ma hit that nigga right now Son Word to mom I'ma hit him out the window Son (Yo you buggin' Son!) Heh nhah chill 'Zo, fuck that I'ma hit that nigga right out the motherfuckin' window (Ga head Son, go head man!) Hold up (You want somebody go bust him!) Nah fuck that I'ma hit this nigga out the window Son (Ga head man!) Shit shit shit don't blow it up, duck down (Yo let me do it man, let me do it, go head) Yeah yeah yeah, yeah nigga, yeah! Yeah! (gimme gimme gimme gimme) Fucker! (What?) [Chorus: x2] (Yo it's the) G.O.D., Father Pt. III QBC, sip lime Bacardia Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama we bring, yeah/yo that's a small thing Awright now, pay attention to the crime rhyme Houdini P Keepin' you niggaz in perspective Mobb, representative, call me the specialist Professional, professor at this rap science Up in the laboratory, here's why your small rhyme bore me Store bought rap ain't shit, my category is that of an insane who strike back (what?) I draw first blood, it's over with, and that's that You want to square off, forsake and slice that cat You get splashed, from back of your head, to ass crack Surgical signs to the end, with iron map Which bring, apocalypse to this game called rap Not a game but quite serious and yo in fact You'll be runnin' for dear life so far you might fall off the map Fuckin' with P, you need a gat At least to have the opportunity to bust back First shot the motherfucker pack around world premier Shook individual bound from blind fear Scared to death niggaz fall to they worst fear My retail's in braille, for vision impaired You lookin' for P, well you can find him everywhere In a project near you, I'll be right there I was brought up and taught to have no fear (now) Live wire niggaz stay behind me in the rear (now) Cowardly hearts, step aside, stand clear (fear) My bloodthirsty niggaz got they eyes on you QBC, lime Bacardia, G.O.D. Father Pt. III On some hashish, to Embassy Suite, crash your party [Chorus: x2] Yeah yo, lime Bacardi, gettin bent, crash the party Handle be-I, bringin it to anybody Physical damage, crowd control handle cannons Hittin' you ripped, leave your bloodstream contamin-ed While you actin out of character, we observin' Drillin' 'em down so hard, I know we felt you comin' at 'em Hennessee raps float like the Phantom Runnin' you up out of the spot in which you standin' Never second-guess a cat who hold gat Concealed, but easily revealed and fast Body castin raps to get your back snapped in half and severed, impossible pain beyond measure Sheisty living brought him to his last bread (bread) Life changed around quick to one stead (stead) Face full of fear, conquerin' your ice grill (grill) Tragedies, put him to sleep like NyQuil (NyQuil) Givin' a overdose of this rap potent Potentially dangerous, fatally left open for the roaches, scavengers, that's EMS Funeral homes, anticipatin' your death That's the dead truth, check in the morgue, you'll find proof Enough to make you think and stop before your ship sink to the bottom, night owl leave the mark and spot him You know the routine, face up before I shot him [Chorus: x4]