Yeah, yeah, G.O.D.
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[Havoc]
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Lime Bacardi(no doubt) heavely bent peep my mission
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have the chicks trippin the Eddie Bauer Expedition
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Uptown hit the pet shop
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hit the tele crown plaza, proceed to wreck shop
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had the shorties starvin, Gotti finessed the dutchie
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unraveled the leaf, heave the gut like a phillie
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now we politicin, layin G while they listenin
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its a Mobb thang, aint no time for intermission son
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Im thru wit mines play my part where I fit
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schemes of gettin rich never eat where I shit
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whats the drilly really, wanna be thugs constantly kill me
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never had my PHD, Im just being me
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speakin in general, where beef I gotta settle now
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you know the clik, never had to switch files
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bent off the St.Ides chase you down wit Cristals
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count this muddy collect loot from Loud
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then I bow, forever in this the war crowd
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bless all my sons that hold me down
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keep it real wit me I keep it real wit you
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keep it in the Fam, and got our eyes on you
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Chorus
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Its the G.O.D. father Part 3,
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Q-B-C sip lime Bacardi
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heavy on the wrist cube link my ice ring
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drama we bring yo thats a small thing
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[Prodigy]
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Infamous entaprisez, surprise kid
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get up on that ass like a virus
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live in the flesh its the freshest flyest connaivenest
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violatin niggas you dont wanna fuck wit
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Im stuck wit my peoples and they stuck wit me
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anybody in my crew would get bucked for me
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and I damned sure will take a slug for thee
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we rep the Q-B-C fromn the N-Y-C
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let me show you how this rap shit is supposed to be
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most of yall rhyme niggas just disgust me
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nigga P thugly eruptly fuck thee, comin wit nuff G
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you and SP fuck that regulate my way thru black
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move the crowd even like this or even wit that
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I kick thug raps, for my niggas in pants
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rocked the same gear for years guzzilin beers
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yo son, I hear alot a niggas call theyself infamous
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lets sit back and take a look at this, respect this
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we be the most infamous livin reckless
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we'll undress kids , come on pop the necklace
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to go against my Mobb would be senseless
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to resent this
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you must gotta deathwish
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you simp kid you really in this my nigga face bent
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but still carrying gats goin for his
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what the deal....you know the drill
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Chorus/Outro(Singing)
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G.O.D. Pt. III (Remix)
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