Some of that 151 Son (yeah some of that bogus)
(“What you got in the trunk?”)
Aight aiyyo Son yo yo
You think that motherfuckin nigga’s out there right now Son?
(Word what he doin out here?)
Son we got drama with that nigga
Be 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 Son
Open that fuckin window
(You gonna take him from the window nigga?)
Yo hold up
That, 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 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, fuck that
I’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: 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)
Verse One: 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 shit, 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 ass 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
Fuckin with P, you need a gat
At least to have the opportunity to bust back
First shot the motherfucker 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
Verse Two: Havoc
Yeah yo, lime Bacardi, gettin bent, crash the party
Handle B-I, bringin it to anybody
Physical damage, crowd control handle cannons
Hittin you ripped, leave your bloodstream contamin-ed
While you actin out of character, we observin
Drillin em down so hard, I know we felt you comin at em
Hennessee raps float like the Phantom
Runnin you up out of the spot in which you standin
Never second-guess a cat who hold gat
Concealed, but easily revealed and fast
Body castin raps to get your back snapped in half
and severed, impossible pain beyond measure
Sheisty living brought him to his last bread (bread)
Life changed around quick to one stead (stead)
Face full of fear, conquerin your ice gr
They give us a room
with a view of the beautiful Rhine
They give us a room
with a view of the beautiful Rhine
Gimme a muddy old creek
in Texas any old time
I’ve got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don’t go stateside soon
I’m gonna blow my fuse
We get hasenpfeffer
and black pumpernickel for chow
We get hasenpfeffer
and black pumpernickel for chow
I’d blow my next month’s pay
for a slice of Texas cow
We’d like to be heroes,
but all we do here is march
We’d like to be heroes,
but all we do here is march
And they don’t give the Purple Heart
for a fallen arch
I’ve got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don’t go stateside soon
I’m gonna blow my fuse
The frauleins are pretty as flowers
But we can’t make a pass
The frauleins are pretty as flowers
But we can’t make a pass
Cause they’re all wearin’ signs saying:
“Keepen sie off the grass”
I’ve got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don’t go stateside soon
I’m gonna blow my fuse |
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