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Mobb Deep G.O.D. Pt. III (Remix) Here are the song lyrics for G.O.D. Pt. III (Remix) by Mobb Deep. For more excellent Mobb Deep lyrics, run a search! 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)
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