G.O.D. Pt.III

Some of that 151 Son (yeah some of that bogus)
("What you got in the trunk?")
Aight aiyyo Son yo yo
You think that [bad word] [bad word] s out there right now Son?
(Word what he doin out here?)
Son we got drama with that [bad word] Be tryin to [bad word] front last week
(What that kid out there? Yo I seen that [bad word] earlier knahmsayin?)
Nah [bad word] that go go open the window real quick Son
Open that [bad word] window
(You gonna take him from the window [bad word] )
Yo hold up
That, there go, that's that [bad word] right there Son?
Right next to the basketball court?
(Yeah yeah, that's the one)
Oh [bad word]  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 [bad word] 
(Back up, back up, they lookin)
Aiyyo Son, I'ma hit that [bad word] right now Son
Word to mom I'ma hit him out the window Son
*Twilight Zone in the background*
(Yo you BUGGIN Son!)
Heh nhah chill 'Zo, [bad word] that
I'ma hit that [bad word] right out the [bad word] window
(Ga head Son, go head man!)
Hold up (You want somebody go bust him!)
Nah [bad word] that I'ma hit this [bad word] out the window Son
(Ga head man!) [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] 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 [bad word]  yeah!
Yeah! (gimme gimme gimme gimme)
*two shots* [bad word]  (What?)

Chorus: Mobb Deep

(Yo it's the) G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardia
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama we bring, yeah/yo that's a small thing

(repeat 2X)

Prodigy

Awright now, pay attention to the crime rhyme Houdini P
Keepin you niggaz 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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] with P, you need a gat
At least to have the opportunity to bust back
First shot the [bad word] pack around world premier
Shook individual bound from blind fear
Scared to death niggaz fall to they worst fear
My retail's 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 niggaz stay behind me in the rear (now)
Cowardly hearts, step aside, stand clear (fear)
My bloodthirsty niggaz got they eyes on you
QBC, lime Bacardia, G.O.D. Father Pt. III
On some hashish, to Embassy Suite, crash your party

Chorus: repeat 2X