G.O.D., Pt. III

Some of that 151, son, yeah, some of that bogus 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, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, turn the lights out 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, nah, chill 'Zo, fuck that I'ma hit that nigga right out the motherfuckin' window 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? Pt. III QBC, sip lime Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama, we bring, yeah, that's a small thing G.O.D., Father Pt. III QBC, sip lime Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama, we bring, 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 I draw first blood, it's over with and that's that You wanna square off, sayin' 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 individuals bound from blind fear Scared to death niggaz fall to they worst fear Horror tales 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 Live wire niggaz stay behind me in the rear Cowardly hearts step aside, stand clear My bloodthirsty niggaz got they eyes on you QBC, lime Bacardi, G.O.D. Father Pt. III On some hashish in Embassy Suite, crash your party Yo, it's the G.O.D., Father Pt. III QBC, sip lime Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing It's the, G.O.D., Father Pt. III QBC, sip lime Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing 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 it comin' at 'em Hennessey 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 livin' brought him to his last bread Life changed around quick to one stead Face full of fear, conquerin' your ice grill Tragedies, put him to sleep like 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 Yo, it's the G.O.D., Father Pt. III QBC, sip lime Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing G.O.D., Father Pt. III QBC, sip lime Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing It's the, G.O., Father Pt. III QBC, sip lime Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing G.O.D., Father Pt. III QBC, sip lime Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah G.O.D., Father Pt. III, niggaz