[Intro]

Some of that 151, son (Yeah, some of that bogus, no doubt)

(What you got in the trunk?)

Aight

Ayo, 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, he tried to fuckin' front last week

What, that cat out there? Yo, I seen that nigga earlier, know what I'm sayin'?

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'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

(That's him too, son, that's him too)

(Back up, back up, they lookin')

Ayo, son, I'ma hit that nigga right now, son

Word to mom, I'ma hit him out the window, son

(Yo, you buggin', son)

Nah, chill, son, fuck that

I'ma hit that nigga right out the motherfuckin' window, hold up

(Go 'head, son, go 'head, man)

Nah, fuck that, I'ma hit this nigga out the window, son (Go 'head, man)

Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, don't blow it up, duck down, son

(Here, let me do it, man, let me do it, go 'head)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah, yeah

Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme

Fucker (What?)

[Chorus]

Pt. III

QBC, sip lime Bacardi

Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink

Drama we bring, yeah, that's a small thing

G.O.D. Father Pt. III

QBC, sip lime Bacardi

Yo, we heavy on the wrist, my ice rink

Drama we bring, yo, that's a small thing

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

Alright now, pay attention to the crime rhyme Houdini P

Keeping you niggas in perspective

Mobb representative, call me the specialist

Professional, professor at this rap science

Up in the laboratory, that's why your small rhyme bore me

Your store-bought rap ain't shit, my category

Is that of an insane man who strike back (What?)

I draw first blood, it's over with and that's that

You wanna square off, I'm sayin', "Slice that cat"

You get splashed from back of your head to asscrack

Searching for signs of the end, well, I am that

Which bring apocalypse to this game called rap

Not a game, but quite serious and yo, in fact

You'll be running for dear life, so far you might fall off the map

Fuckin' with P, you need the gat

At least you had a opportunity to bust back

Fresh out the motherfuckin' pack, a rare world premiere

Shook individuals bounce in blind fear

Scared-to-death niggas fall to they worst fear

Horror tales 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 niggas, they behind me in the rear (Now)

Cowardly hearts, step aside, stand clear (Clear)

My bloodthirsty niggas got they eyes on you (You)

QBC, lime Bacardi, Godfather Pt. III

On some hashish, the Embassy Suite, crash your party

[Chorus]

Yo, it's the G.O.D. Father Pt. III

QBC, sip lime Bacardi

Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink

Drama we bring, yo, that's a small thing

It's the G.O.D. Father Pt. III

QBC, sip lime Bacardi

Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink

Drama we bring, yo, that's a small thing

[Verse 2: 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 with, leavin' your bloodstream contamined

While you acting out of character, we observin'

Grillin' 'em down so hard, I know he felt it coming at hm

Hennessy raps, we like the Phantom

Running you up out of the spot in which you standin'

Never second-guess a cat who hold gat

Concealed, but easily revealed if that's

Body casting raps to get your back snapped in half and severed

Impossible pain beyond measure

Shiesty living brought him to his last prayer (Prayer)

Life changed around quick with one stare (Stare)

Face full of fear, conquering your ice grill (Grill)

Drowsiness, put him to sleep like NyQuil (NyQuil)

Given a overdose of this rap potent

Potentially dangerous, fatally left open

For the vultures, scavengers, that's EMS

Funeral homes anticipating your death

That's the dead truth, check in the morgue, you'll find proof

Enough to make you think and stop before your ship sink

To the bottom, like Albolene, the Mobb'll spot him

You know the routine, face up before I shot him

[Chorus]

'Cause it's the G.O.D. Father Pt. III

QBC, sip lime Bacardi

Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink

Drama we bring, yeah, that's a small thing

G.O.D. Father Pt. III

QBC, sip lime Bacardi

Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink

Drama we bring, yo, that's a small thing

It's the G.O. Father Pt. III

QBC, sip lime Bacardi

Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink

Drama we bring, yo, that's a small thing

G.O.D. Father Pt. III

QBC, sip lime Bacardi

Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink

Drama we bring, yo, that's a small thing

[Outro]

What?

Uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

G.O.D. Father Pt. III, nigga