Some of that 151, son, yeah, 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, kid out there? Yo, I that nigga earlier, knahmsayin'?
Nah, fuck that, go, go open the real quick, son that fuckin' window You gonna him from the window, nigga? Yo, hold up, that, there go, that nigga right there, son Right to the basketball court?
Yeah, yeah, the one Oh, shit, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, the lights out the lights out, c'mon through Back up, back up, they
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 hit that nigga right out the motherfuckin' window
Hold up, you want go bust him? Nah fuck, I'ma hit this nigga out the window, son Ga head, man, shit, shit, shit, don't blow it up, 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 Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing
Awright, now pay attention to the crime Houdini P you niggaz in perspective Mobb, representative, call me the professor at this rap science
Up in the laboratory, here's why your small bore me Store bought rap ain't shit, my Is that of an who strike back I draw blood, it's over with and that's that
You wanna square off, sayin' slice cat? You get splashed from of your head to ass crack signs to the end with iron map Which bring to this game called rap
Not a game but serious and yo, in fact You'll be for dear life so far you might fall off the map Fuckin' with P, you a gat At to have the opportunity to bust back
First shot, the pack around world premier Shook individuals bound from fear Scared to niggaz fall to they worst fear Horror in Braille for vision impaired
You lookin' for P, well, you can him everywhere In a near you, I'll be right there I was brought up and to have no fear Live wire niggaz stay behind me in the
Cowardly step aside, stand clear My bloodthirsty got they eyes on you QBC, Bacardi, G.O.D. Father Pt. III On some hashish in Embassy Suite, your party
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 small
It's the, G.O.D., Pt. III QBC, sip lime Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing
Yeah, yo, lime Bacardi, gettin' bent, the party Handle B-I, bringin' it to Physical damage, crowd handle cannons you ripped, leave your bloodstream contamin-ed
While you actin' out of character, we 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'
second-guess a cat who hold gat Concealed but easily revealed and Body raps to get your back snapped in half And severed, impossible pain measure
Sheisty livin' brought him to his last Life changed around to one stead Face full of fear, conquerin' your ice Tragedies, put him to sleep NyQuil
Givin' a of this rap potent Potentially dangerous, left open For the roaches, scavengers, EMS homes, anticipatin' your death
That's the truth, check in the morgue You'll find enough to make you think and stop before Your ship sink to the Night owl leave the mark and him You know the routine, up before 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, that's a thing
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., Father Pt. III QBC, sip lime Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing
G.O.D., Pt. III QBC, sip Bacardi on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing
What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, G.O.D., Father Pt. III,