Mobb Deep - God Pt III скачать mp3

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) 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