Tony Smalios - G.O.D. Pt. III lyrics

[Hook x2] It's the G.O.D. Father Pt. III QBC, sip lime Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink Drama we bring, yeah that's a small thing [Prodigy] Alright now, pay attention to the crime rhyme Houdini P Keeping you n***as in perspective Mobb, representative, call me the specialist Professional, professor at this rap science Up in the laboratory, that's why your small rhymes bore me Your store bought rap ain't sh**, my category Is that of an insane man who strike back I draw first blood, it's over with, and that's that You wanna square off, forsake and slice that cat You get slashed, from back of your head, to a** crack Searching for signs of the end, well I am that Which bring, apocalypse to this game called rap Not a game but quite serious and yo in fact You'll be running for dear life so far you might fall off the map f**ing with P, you need the gat At least you have the opportunity to bust back Fresh out the motherf**er pack a rare world premier Shook individual bounce in blind fear Scared to d**h n***as fall to they worst fear Horror tales in Braille, for vision impaired You looking 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***as they behind me in the rear (now) Cowardly hearts, step aside, stand clear (clear) My bloodthirsty n***as got they eyes on you (you) QBC, lime Bacardi, Godfather Pt. III On some hashish, to Emba**y Suite, crash your party [Hook] [Havoc] Yo, lime Bacardi, getting bent, crash the party Handle B-I, bringing it to anybody Physical damage, crowd control handle cannons Hitting you ripped, leave your bloodstream contamin-ed Why you acting out of character, we observing Grilling 'em down so hard, I know we felt you coming at 'em Hennessy raps do like the Phantom Running you up out of the spot in which you standing Never second-guess a cat who hold gats Concealed, but easily revealed and fast Body casting raps to get your back snapped in half and severed Impossible pain beyond measure Sheisty living brought him to his last prayer (prayer) Life changed around quick with one stare (stare) Face full of fear, conquering your ice grill (grill) Drowsiness, put him to sleep like NyQuil (NyQuil) Given a overdose of this rap potent Potentially dangerous, fatally left open For the vultures, scavengers, that's EMS Funeral homes, anticipating 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, like hourly the Mob'll spot him You know the routine, face up before I shot him [Hook x2]