Mobb Deep - G.O.D. Pt. III lyrics

Some of that 151, son
(Yeah, some of that bogus, no doubt)
(What you got in the trunk?) aight
Ayo, 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
He tried to fuckin' front last week
What, that cat out there? Yo
I seen that nigga earlier
Know what I'm sayin'?
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'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
(That's him too, son, that's him too)
(Back up, back up, they lookin')
Ayo, 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, son, fuck that
I'ma hit that nigga right
Out the motherfuckin' window, hold up
(Go 'head, son, go 'head, man)
Nah, fuck that, I'ma hit this
Nigga out the window, son
(Go 'head, man)
Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, don't
Blow it up, duck down, son
(Here, 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 i I I qBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink
Drama we bring, yeah, that's a small thing
GOD father Pt i I I qBC, sip lime Bacardi
Yo, we heavy on the wrist, my ice rink
Drama we bring, yo, that's a small thing

Alright now
Pay attention to the crime rhyme Houdini P
Keeping you niggas in perspective
Mobb representative, call me the specialist
Professional, professor at this rap science
Up in the laboratory
That's why your small rhyme bore me
Your store-bought rap ain't shit
My category
Is that of an insane man who strike back
(What?) i draw first blood
It's over with and that's that
You wanna square off, I'm sayin'
"Slice that cat"
You get splashed from back of
Your head to asscrack
Searching for signs of the end, well
I am that which bring apocalypse to this
Game called rap
Not a game, but quite serious and yo, in fact
You'll be running for dear life
So far you might fall off the map
Fuckin' with P, you need the gat
At least you had a opportunity to bust back
Fresh out the motherfuckin' pack
A rare world premiere
Shook individuals bounce in blind fear
Scared-to-death niggas 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
(Now)
Live wire niggas, they behind me in the rear
(Now)
Cowardly hearts, step aside, stand clear
(Clear)
My bloodthirsty niggas got they eyes on you
(You) qBC, lime Bacardi, Godfather Pt i I I
On some hashish, the Embassy Suite
Crash your party

Pt i I I qBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink
Drama we bring, yeah, that's a small thing
GOD father Pt i I I qBC, sip lime Bacardi
Yo, we heavy on the wrist, my ice rink
Drama we bring, yo, that's a small thing

Yo, it's the GOD father Pt i I I
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink
Drama we bring, yo, that's a small thing
It's the GOD father Pt i I I
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink
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 with
Leavin' your bloodstream contamined
While you acting out of character
We observin' grillin' 'em down so hard
I know he felt it coming at hm
Hennessy raps, we like the Phantom
Running you up out of the
Spot in which you standin'
Never second-guess a cat who hold gat
Concealed, but easily revealed if that's
Body casting raps to get your back
Snapped in half and severed
Impossible pain beyond measure
Shiesty living brought him to his last prayer
(Prayer)
Life changed around quick with one stare
(Stare)
Face full of fear, conquering your ice grill
(Grill)
Drowsiness, put him to sleep like NyQuil
(NyQuil) given a overdose of this rap potent
Potentially dangerous, fatally left open
For the vultures, scavengers, that's EMS
Funeral homes anticipating 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, like Albolene
The Mobb'll spot him you know the routine
Face up before I shot him

Pt i I I qBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink
Drama we bring, yeah, that's a small thing
GOD father Pt i I I qBC, sip lime Bacardi
Yo, we heavy on the wrist, my ice rink
Drama we bring, yo, that's a small thing

'Cause it's the GOD father Pt i I I
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink
Drama we bring, yeah, that's a small thing
GOD father Pt i I I qBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink
Drama we bring, yo, that's a small thing
It's the GO father Pt i I I
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink
Drama we bring, yo, that's a small thing
GOD father Pt i I I qBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink
Drama we bring, yo, that's a small thing

What? Uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
GOD father Pt i I I, nigga