Mobb Deep - G.o.d. Pt. Iii Lyrics

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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

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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

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