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Mobb Deep

G.O.D. Pt. III

  hip-hop  rap  hip hop  gangsta rap  new york
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Текст песни Mobb Deep - G.O.D. Pt. III

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Some of that 151 Son (yeah some of that bogus)("What you got in the trunk?")Aight, aiyyo Son, yo yoYou think that motherfuckin nigga`s out there right now Son?(Word, what he doin out here?)Son we got drama with that niggaBe tryin to fuckin front last week(What, that kid out there? Yo, I seen that nigga earlier knahmsayin?)Nah fuck that, go, go open the window real quick SonOpen that fuckin window(You gonna take him from the window nigga?)Yo hold upThat, there go, that`s that nigga right there Son?Right next to the basketball court?(Yeah yeah, that`s the one)Oh shit! 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*sounds of clips and an automatic being cocked*(Back up, back up, they lookin)Aiyyo Son, I`ma hit that nigga right now SonWord to mom I`ma hit him out the window Son*Twilight Zone in the background*(Yo you BUGGIN Son!)Heh nhah chill `Zo, fuck thatI`ma hit that nigga right out the motherfuckin window(Ga head Son, go head man!)Hold up (You want somebody go bust him!)Nah fuck that I`ma hit this nigga out the window Son(Ga head man!)Shit shit shit 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 nigga, yeah!Yeah! (gimme gimme gimme gimme)*two shots*Fucker! (What?)[Chorus: repeat 2X](Yo it`s the) G.O.D., Father Pt. IIIQBC, sip lime BacardiHeavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ringDrama we bring, yeah/yo that`s a small thing[Verse One: Prodigy]Awright now, pay attention to the crime rhyme Houdini PKeepin you niggaz in perspectiveMobb, representative, call me the specialistProfessional, professor at this rap scienceUp in the labratory, here`s why your small rhyme bore meStore bought rap ain`t shit, my categoryis that of an insane who strike back (what?)I draw first blood, it`s over with, and that`s thatYou wanna square off, forsake and slice that catYou get splashed, from back of your head, to ass crackSurgical signs to the end, with iron mapWhich bring, apocalypse to this game called rapNot a game but quite serious and yo in factYou`ll be runnin for dear life so far you might fall off the mapFuckin with P, you need a gatAt least to have the opportunity to bust backFirst shot the motherfucker pack around world premierShook individual bound from blind fearScared to death niggaz fall to they worst fearHorror tales in braille, for vision impairedYou lookin for P, well you can find him everywhereIn a project near you, I`ll be right thereI was brought up and taught to have no fear (now)Live wire niggaz stay behind me in the rear (now)Cowardly hearts, step aside, stand clear (fear)My bloodthirsty niggaz got they eyes on youQBC, lime Bacardia, G.O.D. Father Pt. IIIOn some hashish, to Embassy Suite, crash your party[Chorus][Verse Two: Havoc]Yeah yo, lime Bacardi, gettin bent, crash the partyHandle B-I, bringin it to anybodyPhysical damage, crowd control handle cannonsHittin you ripped, leave your bloodstream contamin-edWhile you actin out of character, we observinDrillin em down so hard, I know we felt you comin at emHennessee raps float like the PhantomRunnin you up out of the spot in which you standinNever second-guess a cat who hold gatConcealed, but easily revealed and fastBody castin raps to get your back snapped in halfand severed, impossible pain beyond measureSheisty 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 potentPotentially dangerous, fatally left openfor the roaches, scavengers, that`s EMSFuneral homes, anticipatin your deathThat`s the dead truth, check in the morgue, you`ll find proofEnough to make you think and stop before your ship sinkto the bottom, night owl leave the mark and spot himYou know the routine, face up before I shot him[Chorus] - repeat 2X

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