G.O.D. Pt. III (Remix)

Artist: Mobb Deep

Album: G.O.D. Pt. III 12"

Song: G.O.D. Pt. III (Remix)

Yeah, yeah, G.O.D

[Havoc]

Lime Bacardi(no doubt) heavely bent peep my mission

Have the chicks trippin the Eddie Bauer Expedition

Uptown hit the pet shop

Hit the tele crown plaza, proceed to wreck shop

Had the shorties starvin, Gotti finessed the dutchie

Unraveled the leaf, heave the gut like a phillie

Now we politicin, layin G while they listenin

Its a Mobb thang, ain't no time for intermission son

Im thru wit mines play my part where I fit

Schemes of gettin rich never eat where I shit

Whats the drilly really, wanna be thugs constantly kill me

Never had my PHD, Im just being me

Speakin in general, what beef I gotta settle now

You know the clik, never had to switch files

Bent off the St.Ides chase you down with Cristal

Count this muddy collect loot from Loud

Then I bow, forever in this the war crowd

Bless all my thuns that hold me down

Keep it real wit me I keep it real wit you

Keep it in the Fam, and got our eyes on you

Chorus

Its the G.O.D. father Part 3

Q-B-C sip lime Bacardi

Heavy on the wrist cube link my ice ring

Drama we bring yo thats a small thing

[Prodigy]

Infamous entaprisez, surprise kid

Get up on that ass like a virus

Live in the flesh its the freshest flyest connaivenest

Violatin niggas you dont wanna fuck wit

Im stuck wit my peoples and they stuck wit me

Anybody in my crew would get bucked for me

And I damned sure will take a slug for thee

We rep the Q-B-C fromn the N-Y-C

Let me show you how this rap shit is supposed to be

Most of yall rhyme niggas just disgust me

Nigga P thugly eruptly fuck thee, comin wit nuff G

You and SP fuck that regulate my way thru black

Move the crowd even like this or even wit that

I kick thug raps, for my niggas in pants

Rocked the same gear for years guzzilin beers

Yo son, I hear alot a niggas call theyself infamous

Lets sit back and take a look at this, respect this

We be the most infamous livin reckless

We'll undress kids , come on pop the necklace

To go against my Mobb would be senseless

To resent this you must gotta deathwish

You simp kid you really in this my nigga face bent

But still carrying gats goin for his

What the deal....you know the drill

Chorus/Outro(Singing)