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 mother****** * *****'s out there right now Son?
(Word, what he doin out here?)
Son we got drama with that ******
Be tryin to *** *** front last week
(What, that kid out there? Yo, I seen that ****** earlier knahmsayin?)
Nah ****** that, go, go open the window real quick Son
Open that ****** window
(You gonna take him from the window ******?)
Yo hold up
That, there go, that's that ****** right there Son?
Right next to the basketball court?
(Yeah yeah, that's the one)
Oh ************t! C 'mere c'mere c'mere c'mere, turn the lights out
(I got somethin too Son, that's how we do)
Turn the lights out, c'mon through
*sounds of clips and an automatic being ******ed*
(Back up, back up, they lookin)
Aiyyo Son, I'ma hit that ****** right now Son
Word to mom I'ma hit him out the window Son
*Twilight Zone in the background*
(Yo you BUGGIN Son!)
Heh nhah chill 'Zo, ****** that
I 'ma hit that ****** right out the mother****** window
(Ga head Son, go head man!)
Hold up (You want somebody go bust him!)
Nah ****** that I'ma hit this ****** out the window Son
(Ga head man!)
************t * ***********t ************t don't blow it up, duck down
(Yo let me do it man, let me do it, go head)
*two shots, eighteen shots, seven shots*
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah ******, yeah!
Yeah! (gimme gimme gimme gimme)
*two shots *
******! (What?)
Chorus: Mobb Deep
(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
(repeat 2X)
Verse One : Prodigy
Awright now, pay attention to the crime rhyme Houdini P
Keepin you ******z in perspective
Mobb, representative, call me the specialist
Professional, professor at this rap science
Up in the labratory, here's why your small rhyme bore me
Store bought rap ain't ************t, my category
is that of an insane who strike back (what?)
I draw first blood, it's over with, and that's that
You wanna ************ 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
****** with P, you need a gat
At least to have the opportunity to bust back
First shot the mother****** pack around world premier
Shook individual bound from blind fear
Scared to death ******z 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 ******z stay behind me in the rear (now)
Cowardly hearts, step aside, stand clear (fear)
My bloodthirsty ******z got they eyes on you
QBC, lime Bacardia, G.O.D. Father Pt. III
On some ha************sh, to Embassy Suite, crash your party
Chorus:repeat 2X
Verse Two: Havoc
Yeah yo, lime Bacardi, gettin bent, crash the party
Handle B-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 ************p sink
to the bottom, night owl leave the mark and spot him
You know the routine, face up before I shot him
Chorus: repeat 4X