Some of 151, son, yeah, some of that bogus Aight, aiyyo, son, yo, yo You that motherfuckin' nigga's out there right now, son? Word, he doin' out here?
Son, we got drama that nigga Be tryin' to front last week What, that kid out Yo, I seen that nigga earlier,
Nah, that, go, go open the window real quick, son that fuckin' window You gonna him from the window, nigga? Yo, hold up, that, there go, that's that right there, son Right to the basketball court?
Yeah, yeah, the one Oh, shit, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, turn the out Turn the lights out, through up, back up, they lookin'
Aiyyo, son, I'ma hit that nigga now, son to Mom, I'ma hit him out the window, son Yo, you buggin', son, nah, chill 'Zo, that I'ma hit that nigga right out the window
Hold up, you want somebody go him? Nah fuck, that I'ma hit this 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 lime Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small
Awright, now pay attention to the crime Houdini P Keepin' you in perspective Mobb, representative, me the specialist Professional professor at this rap
Up in the laboratory, here's why your small bore me bought rap ain't shit, my category Is that of an insane who strike I first blood, it's over with and that's that
You wanna off, sayin' slice that cat? You get splashed back of your head to ass crack Surgical signs to the end iron map Which bring to this game called rap
Not a game but quite serious and yo, in be runnin' for dear life so far you might fall off the map Fuckin' P, you need a gat At least to have the opportunity to bust
First shot, the motherfucker pack around world Shook individuals bound from fear Scared to death fall to they worst fear Horror tales in Braille for impaired
You lookin' for P, well, you can find him In a project near you, I'll be right I was brought up and taught to have no Live wire stay behind me in the rear
Cowardly hearts aside, stand clear My bloodthirsty niggaz got they on you QBC, lime Bacardi, G.O.D. Pt. III On some hashish in Embassy Suite, your party
Yo, it's the G.O.D., 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 lime Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice Drama, we bring, yo, that's a thing
Yeah, yo, lime Bacardi, gettin' bent, crash the Handle B-I, bringin' it to Physical damage, crowd control handle 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'
second-guess a cat who hold gat Concealed but easily and fast Body raps to get your back snapped in half And severed, impossible pain measure
livin' brought him to his last bread Life changed quick to one stead Face full of fear, conquerin' ice grill Tragedies, put him to sleep like
a overdose of this 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 proof enough to make you think and stop before ship sink to the bottom Night owl leave the and spot him You know the routine, face up before I him
Yo, it's the G.O.D., Pt. III QBC, sip lime Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice Drama, we bring, yo, 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 small
the, G.O., Father Pt. III QBC, sip Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah G.O.D., Father Pt. III,