Some of that 151, son, yeah, some of bogus Aight, aiyyo, son, yo, yo You think that motherfuckin' out there right now, son? Word, he doin' out here?
Son, we got with that nigga Be tryin' to fuckin' front week What, that kid out Yo, I seen nigga earlier, knahmsayin'?
Nah, that, go, go open the window real quick, son Open that fuckin' You gonna take him from the window, Yo, hold up, that, go, that's that nigga right there, son Right next to the basketball
Yeah, yeah, the one Oh, shit, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, turn the out Turn the lights out, c'mon Back up, back up, they
Aiyyo, son, I'ma hit nigga right now, son to Mom, I'ma hit him out the window, son Yo, you buggin', son, nah, chill 'Zo, fuck I'ma hit that nigga right out the motherfuckin'
Hold up, you somebody go bust him? Nah fuck, that I'ma hit nigga out the window, son Ga head, man, shit, shit, shit, blow it up, duck down
Yo, let me do it, man, let me do it, go Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, Yeah, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, fucker,
Pt. III QBC, sip lime Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice Drama, we bring, yeah, that's a small
G.O.D., Pt. III QBC, sip Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice Drama, we bring, yo, that's a thing
Awright, now pay attention to the crime rhyme P you niggaz in perspective Mobb, representative, call me the Professional professor at this rap
Up in the laboratory, here's why your rhyme bore me bought rap ain't shit, my category Is that of an insane who back I draw first blood, it's over and that's that
You wanna square off, sayin' that cat? You get from back of your head to ass crack Surgical to the end with iron map Which bring Apocalypse to game called rap
Not a game but quite and yo, in fact You'll be runnin' for dear so far you might fall off the map with P, you need a gat At least to the opportunity to bust back
First shot, the pack around world premier individuals bound from blind fear Scared to death fall to they worst fear Horror tales in for vision impaired
You for P, well, you can find him everywhere In a project you, I'll be right there I was brought up and taught to have no Live wire niggaz behind me in the rear
Cowardly step aside, stand clear My niggaz got they eyes on you QBC, Bacardi, G.O.D. Father Pt. III On some hashish in Embassy Suite, crash party
Yo, the G.O.D., Father Pt. III QBC, sip lime on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing
It's the, G.O.D., Pt. III QBC, sip Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing
Yeah, yo, lime Bacardi, bent, crash the party Handle B-I, it to anybody damage, crowd control handle cannons Hittin' you ripped, leave your contamin-ed
While you out of character, we observin' Drillin' 'em so hard, I know we felt it comin' at 'em raps float like the Phantom Runnin' you up out of the in which you standin'
Never second-guess a cat who gat but easily revealed and fast Body castin' to get your back snapped in half And severed, impossible pain measure
livin' brought him to his last bread Life around quick to one stead Face full of fear, conquerin' ice grill Tragedies, put him to sleep NyQuil
Givin' a overdose of this rap Potentially dangerous, left open For the roaches, scavengers, EMS Funeral homes, anticipatin' death
the dead truth, check in the morgue You'll find proof enough to you think and stop before Your ship to the bottom owl leave the mark and spot him You the routine, face up before I shot him
Yo, the G.O.D., Father Pt. III QBC, sip Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice Drama, we bring, yo, that's a thing
G.O.D., Pt. III QBC, sip Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small
It's the, G.O., Pt. III QBC, sip Bacardi on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama, we bring, yo, that's a thing
G.O.D., Pt. III QBC, sip lime Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah G.O.D., Pt. III, niggaz