Mobb Deep - G.o.d. Pt. Iii (remix) lyrics

Yeah, yeah, g.o.d. [havoc] Lime bacardi(no doubt) heavely bent peep my mission Have the chicks trippin the eddie bauer expedition Uptown hit the pet shop Hit the tele crown plaza, proceed to wreck shop Had the shorties starvin, gotti finessed the dutchie Unraveled the leaf, heave the gut like a phillie Now we politicin, layin g while they listenin Its a mobb thang, aint no time for intermission son Im thru wit mines play my part where i fit Schemes of gettin rich never eat where i sh** Whats the drilly really, wanna be thugs constantly k** me Never had my phd, im just being me Speakin in general, where beef i gotta settle now You know the clik, never had to switch files Bent off the st.ides chase you down wit cristals Count this muddy collect loot from loud Then i bow, forever in this the war crowd Bless all my sons that hold me down Keep it real wit me i keep it real wit you Keep it in the fam, and got our eyes on you Chorus Its the g.o.d. father part 3, Q-b-c sip lime bacardi Heavy on the wrist cube link my ice ring Drama we bring yo thats a small thing [prodigy] Infamous entaprisez, surprise kid Get up on that a** like a virus Live in the flesh its the freshest flyest connaivenest Violatin n***as you dont wanna f** wit Im stuck wit my peoples and they stuck wit me Anybody in my crew would get bucked for me And i damned sure will take a slug for thee We rep the q-b-c fromn the n-y-c Let me show you how this rap sh** is supposed to be Most of yall rhyme n***as just disgust me n***a p thugly eruptly f** thee, comin wit nuff g You and sp f** that regulate my way thru black Move the crowd even like this or even wit that I kick thug raps, for my n***as in pants Rocked the same gear for years guzzilin beers Yo son, i hear alot a n***as call theyself infamous Lets sit back and take a look at this, respect this We be the most infamous livin reckless We'll undress kids , come on pop the necklace To go against my mobb would be senseless You must gotta d**hwish You simp kid you really in this my n***a face bent But still carrying gats goin for his What the deal....you know the drill Chorus/outro(singing)