Godfather Pt. 3 - sh** Hits the Fan lyrics

[Godfather Pt III] God damn, n***a left bleeding with his head in his hands Wishing that he never crossed fam And but still n***as like that get left slain Found days later on the ave in a can We used to dance all night my main man We used to give each other pounds wit da webs of our hands Its a click thing, yall n***as wouldn't understand We used to get off loose cracks and bag grams Hold each other down, duckin the blue van The d's on the roof, plus the 6-Y cab Who'd ever thought u was a snake in the gra** One of my stash whip and keys to my lab You wanted me shot dead, some things you can't have I pulled out the 8, when you almost got stabbed We followed the same path, cryed and shared laughs Now I can't wait, for the day to see your bloodbath Plug dat, fill you up wit slugs rat take that... [Hook] They never think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan They don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan They never think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit them [Prodigy] I'm in a benz for stealth, thinkin on plans Stopped at a red light, the birds like damn I saw one whisper to the other, thats him That MOB n***a I think he platinum Pulled to the next corner hopped out and asked them If they knew directions to rhode island We was in East New York, they thought I was wildin Its a click thing they wouldn't understand Meanwhile I looks to my left and see some n***as frownin As if they was go flip now peep this I'm writin shorties math on the trunk of the Six The b**h wanna blow dick cause its deep dish These n***as wanna twist me because of my necklace I'm calm though you know I got the stash in the whip I clap though, these n***as better blast very quick They coming towards me, I sat in the pa**enger seat Reached underneath, grabbed the big Fifth Acting like I'm not knowing whats happenin I'm still havin conversation with these hens I'm bout to have a confratation with these mens I know I'm going home wit my chain and my head Yall won't dead me, I sleep in my own bed (pop pop pop pop pop) [Hook] n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan They don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan They never think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit them