Some of 151, son, yeah, some of that bogus Aight, aiyyo, son, yo, yo You think that motherfuckin' nigga's out there right now, Word, what he doin' out
Son, we got drama that nigga Be tryin' to front last week What, that kid out Yo, I seen that earlier, knahmsayin'?
Nah, fuck that, go, go open the real quick, son Open that window You gonna take him from the window, Yo, up, that, there go, that's that nigga right there, son next to the basketball court?
Yeah, yeah, the one Oh, shit, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, the lights out Turn the out, c'mon through Back up, back up, lookin'
Aiyyo, son, I'ma hit that nigga now, son Word to Mom, hit him out the window, son Yo, you buggin', son, nah, chill 'Zo, fuck hit that nigga right out the motherfuckin' window
Hold up, you want somebody go bust Nah fuck, that I'ma hit nigga out the window, son Ga head, man, shit, shit, shit, don't 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 Bacardi on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama, we bring, yeah, that's a thing
G.O.D., Pt. III QBC, sip lime on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama, we bring, yo, that's a thing
Awright, now pay attention to the rhyme Houdini P Keepin' you in perspective Mobb, representative, me the specialist Professional professor at this rap
Up in the laboratory, here's why your rhyme bore me Store rap ain't shit, my category Is of an insane who strike back I draw blood, it's over with and that's that
You wanna square off, sayin' slice that You get splashed from back of head to ass crack Surgical signs to the end with map Which bring Apocalypse to this game rap
Not a game but serious and yo, in fact You'll be runnin' for dear life so far you might off the map with P, you need a gat At least to the opportunity to bust back
shot, the motherfucker pack around world premier Shook individuals bound from blind Scared to death niggaz fall to worst fear Horror tales in for vision impaired
You lookin' for P, well, you can him everywhere In a project near you, I'll be there I was brought up and taught to have no Live wire stay behind me in the rear
Cowardly hearts step aside, stand My bloodthirsty niggaz got eyes on you QBC, lime Bacardi, G.O.D. Pt. III On some hashish in Embassy Suite, crash party
Yo, the G.O.D., Father Pt. III QBC, sip lime Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice Drama, we bring, yo, that's a thing
the, G.O.D., Father Pt. III QBC, sip Bacardi on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing
Yeah, yo, lime Bacardi, bent, crash the party B-I, bringin' it to anybody Physical damage, crowd control cannons Hittin' you ripped, leave bloodstream contamin-ed
While you actin' out of character, we Drillin' 'em down so hard, I know we it comin' at 'em Hennessey raps float the Phantom Runnin' you up out of the spot in you standin'
second-guess a cat who hold gat Concealed but easily revealed and castin' raps to get your back snapped in half And severed, impossible pain measure
Sheisty livin' him to his last bread Life changed around quick to one Face full of fear, conquerin' ice grill Tragedies, put him to sleep like
Givin' a overdose of rap potent Potentially dangerous, fatally open For the roaches, scavengers, EMS Funeral homes, anticipatin' your
That's the dead truth, in the morgue You'll find proof to make you think and stop before ship sink to the bottom Night owl leave the mark and him You the routine, face up before I shot him
Yo, the G.O.D., Father Pt. III QBC, sip Bacardi on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small
G.O.D., Pt. III QBC, sip lime Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing
It's the, G.O., Pt. III QBC, sip Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small
G.O.D., Pt. III QBC, sip lime Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah G.O.D., Father Pt. III,