Some of that 151, son, yeah, of that bogus Aight, aiyyo, son, yo, yo You that motherfuckin' nigga's out there right now, son? Word, what he out here?
Son, we got drama that nigga Be tryin' to fuckin' front last What, that kid out Yo, I that nigga earlier, knahmsayin'?
Nah, that, go, go open the window real quick, son Open that fuckin' You take him from the window, nigga? Yo, hold up, that, there go, that's nigga 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, c'mon Back up, up, they lookin'
Aiyyo, son, hit that nigga right now, son to Mom, I'ma hit him out the window, son Yo, you buggin', son, nah, chill 'Zo, that I'ma hit nigga right out the motherfuckin' window
Hold up, you somebody go bust him? Nah fuck, that I'ma hit this out the window, son Ga head, man, shit, shit, shit, don't blow it up, duck
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 on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama, we bring, yeah, a small thing
G.O.D., Pt. III QBC, sip Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing
Awright, now pay attention to the rhyme Houdini P you niggaz in perspective Mobb, representative, call me the Professional professor at this rap
Up in the laboratory, here's why small rhyme bore me Store rap ain't shit, my category Is that of an insane who back I draw first blood, it's over with and that's
You wanna square off, slice that cat? You get splashed from back of your to ass crack Surgical to the end with iron map Which bring to this game called rap
Not a but quite serious and yo, in fact be runnin' for dear life so far you might fall off the map Fuckin' P, you need a gat At to have the opportunity to bust back
First shot, the motherfucker pack around premier Shook individuals bound from fear Scared to death niggaz fall to they worst tales in Braille for vision impaired
You for P, well, you can find him everywhere In a project near you, I'll be right I was brought up and taught to have no Live niggaz stay behind me in the rear
Cowardly hearts step aside, stand My bloodthirsty niggaz got they on you QBC, Bacardi, G.O.D. Father Pt. III On some hashish in Embassy Suite, crash party
Yo, it's the G.O.D., Pt. III QBC, sip lime on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama, we bring, yo, a small 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 small
Yeah, yo, lime Bacardi, gettin' bent, the party Handle B-I, it to anybody Physical damage, control handle cannons Hittin' you ripped, leave bloodstream contamin-ed
you actin' out of character, we observin' Drillin' 'em down so hard, I know we felt it at 'em Hennessey raps like the Phantom Runnin' you up out of the in which you standin'
Never second-guess a cat who gat Concealed but revealed and fast Body castin' raps to get your back snapped in And severed, pain beyond measure
Sheisty brought him to his last bread Life changed quick to one stead Face full of fear, conquerin' your ice Tragedies, put him to like NyQuil
a overdose of this rap potent Potentially dangerous, fatally left For the roaches, scavengers, EMS homes, anticipatin' your death
That's the dead truth, in the morgue You'll find proof enough to make you think and stop ship sink to the bottom Night owl leave the mark and him You know the routine, face up I shot him
Yo, it's the G.O.D., Pt. III QBC, sip lime on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama, we bring, yo, a small 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
the, G.O., Father 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 lime Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing
What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, G.O.D., Pt. III, niggaz