Mobb Deep - G.O.D Pt. III (Cookin Soul Remix) lyrics

Some of that 151 son (yeah some of that bogus) (What you got in the trunk?) Aight, aiyyo son, yo yo You think that motherf**in n***a's out there right now son? (Word, what he doin out here?) Son we got drama with that n***a Be tryin to f**in front last week (What, that kid out there? Yo, I seen that n***a earlier know what I'm sayin') Nah f** that, go, go open the window real quick son Open that f**in window (You gonna take him from the window n***a)? Yo hold up That, there go, that's that n***a right there son? Right next to the basketball court? (Yeah yeah, that's the one) Oh sh**! C'mere c'mere c'mere c'mere, turn the lights out (I got somethin too son, that's how we do) Turn the lights out, c'mon through (Back up, back up, they lookin) Aiyyo Son, I'ma hit that n***a right now son Word to mom I'ma hit him out the window son (Yo you buggin' son) Heh nah chillzo, f** that I'ma hit that n***a right out the motherf**in window (Ga head son, go head man) Hold up (you want somebody go bust him) Nah f** that I'ma hit this n***a out the window son (Ga head man) sh** sh** sh** don't blow it up, duck down (Yo let me do it man, let me do it, go head) Two shots, eighteen shots, seven shots Yeah yeah yeah, yeah n***a, yeah Yeah, (gimme gimme gimme gimme) f**er (what) (Yo it's the) G.O.D. Father Point Three QBC, sip lime Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube link, my ice ring Drama we bring, yeah, yo that's a small thing (Yo it's the) G.O.D. Father Point Three QBC, sip lime Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama we bring, yeah, yo that's a small thing Alright now, pay attention to the crime rhyme Houdini P Keepin you n***az in perspective Mobb, representative, call me the specialist Professional, professor at this rap science Up in the labratory, here's why your small rhyme bore me Store bought rap ain't sh**, my category Is that of an insane who strike back (what?) I draw first blood, it's over with, and that's that You wanna square off, forsake and slice that cat You get splashed, from back of your head, to a** crack Surgical signs to the end, with iron map Which bring, apocalypse to this game called rap Not a game but quite serious and yo in fact You'll be runnin for dear life so far you might fall off the map f**in with P, you need a gat At least to have the opportunity to bust back First shot the motherf**er pack around world premier Shook individual bound from blind fear Scared to d**h n***az fall to they worst fear Horror tales in braille, for vision impaired You lookin for P, well you can find him everywhere In a project near you, I'll be right there I was brought up and taught to have no fear (now) Live wire n***az stay behind me in the rear (now) Cowardly hearts, step aside, stand clear (fear) My bloodthirsty n***az got they eyes on you QBC, lime Bacardia, G.O.D. Father Point Three On some hashish, to Emba**y Suite, crash your party (Yo it's the) G.O.D. Father Point Three QBC, sip lime Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama we bring, yeah, yo that's a small thing Yeah yo, lime Bacardi, gettin bent, crash the party Handle B-I, bringing it to anybody Physical damage, crowd control handle cannons Hittin you ripped, leave your bloodstream contamined While you actin out of character, we observin Drillin em down so hard, I know we felt you comin at em Hennessee raps float like the Phantom Runnin you up out of the spot in which you standin Never second guess a cat who hold gat Concealed, but easily revealed and fast Body castin raps to get your back snapped in half And severed, impossible pain beyond measure Sheisty living brought him to his last bread (bread) Life changed around quick to one stead (stead) Face full of fear, conquerin your ice grill (grill) Tragedies, put him to sleep like NyQuil (NyQuil) Givin a overdose of this rap potent Potentially dangerous, fatally left open For the roaches, scavengers, that's EMS Funeral homes, anticipatin your d**h That's the dead truth, check in the morgue, you'll find proof Enough to make you think and stop before your ship sink To the bottom, night owl leave the mark and spot him You know the routine, face up before I shot him (Yo it's the) G.O.D. Father Point Three QBC, sip lime Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama we bring, yeah, yo that's a small thing (Yo it's the) G.O.D. Father Point Three QBC, sip lime Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama we bring, yeah, yo that's a small thing