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
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 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
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 G.O.D., Father Pt. III, niggaz