- Mobb Deep G.O.D., PT. III 歌詞
- Mobb Deep
- Some of that 151 Son (yeah some of that bogus)
('What you got in the trunk ')
Aight aiyyo Son yo yo
You think that motherf**kin niggas out there right now Son
(Word what he doin out here )
Son we got drama with that nigga
Be tryin to f**kin front last week
(What that kid out there Yo I seen that nigga earlier knahmsayin )
Nah f**k that go go open the window real quick Son
Open that f**kin window
(You gonna take him from the window nigga )
Yo hold up
That there go thats that nigga right there Son
Right next to the basketball court
(Yeah yeah thats the one)
Oh shit Cmere cmere cmere cmere turn the lights out
(I got somethin too Son thats how we do)
Turn the lights out cmon through
[sounds of clips and an automatic being cocked]
(Back up back up they lookin)
Aiyyo Son Ima hit that nigga right now Son
Word to mom Ima hit him out the window Son
[Twilight Zone in the background]
(Yo you BUGGIN Son )
Heh nhah chill Zo f**k that
Ima hit that nigga right out the motherf**kin window
(Ga head Son go head man )
Hold up (You want somebody go bust him )
Nah f**k that Ima hit this nigga out the window Son
(Ga head man )
Shit shit shit dont 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 nigga yeah
Yeah (gimme gimme gimme gimme)
[two shots]
F**ker (What )
(Yo its the) G O D Father Pt III
QBC sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist cube-link my ice ring
Drama we bring yeah/yo thats 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 yeah/yo thats 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 labratory heres why your small rhyme bore me
Store bought rap aint shit my category
Is that of an insane who strike back (what )
I draw first blood its over with and thats that
You wanna square 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
Youll be runnin for dear life so far you might fall off the map
F** kin with P you need a gat
At least to have the opportunity to bust back
First shot the motherf**ker pack around world premier
Shook individual 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 Ill be right there
I was brought up and taught to have no fear (now)
Live wire niggaz stay behind me in the rear (now)
Cowardly hearts step aside stand clear (fear)
My bloodthirsty niggaz got they eyes on you
QBC lime Bacardia G O D Father Pt III
On some hashish to Embassy Suite crash your party
G O D Father Pt III
QBC sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist cube-link my ice ring
Drama we bring yeah/yo thats 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 yeah /yo thats 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 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 thats EMS
Funeral homes anticipatin your death
Thats the dead truth check in the morgue youll 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 routineface up before I shot him
G O D Father Pt III
QBC sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist cube-link my ice ring
Drama we bring yeah/yo thats 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 yeah/yo thats 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 yeah/yo thats 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 yeah/yo thats a small thing
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