G.O.D., Pt. III歌词 [by:Trap_Girl] [00:00.000] 作词 : Johnson, Moroder, Muchita [00:00.51]Some of that 151 Son (yeah some of that bogus) [00:02.63]("What you got in the trunk ") [00:03.63] [00:05.01]Aight aiyyo Son yo yo [00:08.51]You think that ************ *****'s out there right now Son [00:11.57](Word what he doin out here ) [00:12.28]Son we got drama with that ***** [00:14.40]Be tryin to ****** front last week [00:15.83](What that kid out there Yo I seen that ***** earlier knahmsayin ) [00:18.33]Nah **** that go go open the window real quick Son [00:21.09]Open that ****** window [00:23.40](You gonna take him from the window ***** ) [00:25.34]Yo hold up [00:27.52]That there go that's that ***** right there Son [00:30.21]Right next to the basketball court [00:31.14](Yeah yeah that's the one) [00:33.14]Oh **** C'mere c'mere c'mere c'mere turn the lights out [00:35.45](I got somethin too Son that's how we do) [00:36.53]Turn the lights out c'mon through [00:37.34][sounds of clips and an automatic being cocked] [00:38.40](Back up back up they lookin) [00:39.15]Aiyyo Son I'ma hit that ***** right now Son [00:42.72]Word to mom I'ma hit him out the window Son [00:44.85][Twilight Zone in the background] [00:45.73](Yo you BUGGIN Son ) [00:46.54]Heh nhah chill 'Zo **** that [00:47.49]I'ma hit that ***** right out the ************ window [00:48.62](Ga head Son go head man ) [00:50.68]Hold up (You want somebody go bust him ) [00:52.11]Nah **** that I'ma hit this ***** out the window Son [00:53.22](Ga head man ) [00:54.03]**** **** **** don't blow it up duck down [00:56.09](Yo let me do it man let me do it go head) [00:58.27][two shots eighteen shots seven shots] [01:01.66]Yeah yeah yeah yeah ***** yeah [01:02.78]Yeah (gimme gimme gimme gimme) [01:04.23][two shots] [01:05.56]****** (What ) [01:09.52](Yo it's the) G O D Father Pt III [01:11.40]QBC sip lime Bacardi [01:12.14]Heavy on the wrist cube-link my ice ring [01:15.14]Drama we bring yeah/yo that's a small thing [01:18.32]G O D Father Pt III [01:20.26]QBC sip lime Bacardi [01:22.95]Heavy on the wrist cube-link my ice ring [01:26.15]Drama we bring yeah/yo that's a small thing [01:28.15]Awright now pay attention to the crime rhyme Houdini P [01:31.02]Keepin you ****** in perspective [01:33.20]Mobb representative call me the specialist [01:36.31]Professional professor at this rap science [01:38.68]Up in the labratory here's why your small rhyme bore me [01:41.68]Store bought rap ain't **** my category [01:43.99]Is that of an insane who strike back (what ) [01:47.17]I draw first blood it's over with and that's that [01:49.23]You wanna square off forsake and slice that cat [01:51.73]You get splashed from back of your head to ass crack [01:54.16]Surgical signs to the end with iron map [01:57.15]Which bring apocalypse to this game called rap [01:59.46]Not a game but quite serious and yo in fact [02:01.90]You'll be runnin for dear life so far you might fall off the map [02:05.14]****** with P you need a gat [02:07.83]At least to have the opportunity to bust back [02:10.32]First shot the ************ pack around world premier [02:12.97]Shook individual bound from blind fear [02:15.59]Scared to death ****** fall to they worst fear [02:18.28]Horror tales in braille for vision impaired [02:20.77]You lookin for P well you can find him everywhere [02:23.52]In a project near you I'll be right there [02:26.08]I was brought up and taught to have no fear (now) [02:29.07]Live wire ****** stay behind me in the rear (now) [02:31.69]Cowardly hearts step aside stand clear (fear) [02:33.57]My bloodthirsty ****** got they eyes on you [02:36.62]QBC lime Bacardia G O D Father Pt III [02:39.31]On some hashish to Embassy Suite crash your party [02:42.10]G O D Father Pt III [02:44.64]QBC sip lime Bacardi [02:46.76]Heavy on the wrist cube-link my ice ring [02:49.88]Drama we bring yeah/yo that's a small thing [02:52.15]G O D Father Pt III [02:55.08]QBC sip lime Bacardi [02:57.58]Heavy on the wrist cube-link my ice ring [03:00.38]Drama we bring yeah/yo that's a small thing [03:02.27]Yeah yo lime Bacardi gettin bent crash the party [03:05.64]Handle B-I bringin it to anybody [03:08.20]Physical damage crowd control handle cannons [03:10.82]Hittin you ripped leave your bloodstream contamin-ed [03:12.96]While you actin out of character we observin [03:15.53]Drillin em down so hard I know we felt you comin at em [03:19.73]Hennessee raps float like the Phantom [03:21.48]Runnin you up out of the spot in which you standin [03:24.03]Never second-guess a cat who hold gat [03:26.65]Concealed but easily revealed and fast [03:29.09]Body castin raps to get your back snapped in half [03:32.02]And severed impossible pain beyond measure [03:34.58]Sheisty living brought him to his last bread (bread) [03:37.45]Life changed around quick to one stead (stead) [03:39.88]Face full of fear conquerin your ice grill (grill) [03:42.50]Tragedies put him to sleep like NyQuil (NyQuil) [03:45.44]Givin a overdose of this rap potent [03:47.50]Potentially dangerous fatally left open [03:50.54]For the roaches scavengers that's EMS [03:53.04]Funeral homes anticipatin your death [03:55.41]That's the dead truth check in the morgue you'll find proof [03:58.40]Enough to make you think and stop before your ship sink [04:00.84]To the bottom night owl leave the mark and spot him [04:03.71]You know the routine face up before I shot him [04:06.52]G O D Father Pt III [04:08.89]QBC sip lime Bacardi [04:11.33]Heavy on the wrist cube-link my ice ring [04:14.01]Drama we bring yeah/yo that's a small thing [04:16.75]G O D Father Pt III [04:19.25]QBC sip lime Bacardi [04:21.95]Heavy on the wrist cube-link my ice ring [04:24.33]Drama we bring yeah/yo that's a small thing [04:27.51]G O D Father Pt III [04:29.90]QBC sip lime Bacardi [04:32.46]Heavy on the wrist cube-link my ice ring [04:35.03]Drama we bring yeah/yo that's a small thing [04:37.78]G O D Father Pt III [04:40.33]QBC sip lime Bacardi [04:42.97]Heavy on the wrist cube-link my ice ring [04:45.65]Drama we bring yeah/yo that's a small thing
G.O.D., Pt. III评论
This is the Mobb on top form. Havoc drops the Little Feat drums (the same ones that The Fugees jacked from Tribe for “Killing Me Softly”) over Scarface synths. Prodigy delivers one of his signature opening verses, equal parts emotionless and menacing.