G.o.d. Pt. Iii (remix) Lyrics

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
aint 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, where beef I gotta settle now
you know the clik,
never had to switch files
bent off the St.Ides chase you down wit
Cristals
count this muddy collect loot from Loud
then I bow, forever in
this the war crowd
bless all my sons 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
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)