[Godfather Pt III]
god damn, n***a left bleeding with his head in his hands
wishing that he never crossed fam
and but still n***as like that get left slain
found days later on the ave in a can
we used to dance all night my main man
we used to give each other pounds wit da webs of our hands
its a click thing, yall n***as wouldnt understand
we used to get off loose cracks and bag grams
hold each other down, duckin the blue van
the d's on the roof, plus the 6-Y cab
who'd ever thought u was a snake in the gra**
one of my stash whip and keys to my lab
you wanted me shot dead, some things you can't have
I pulled out the 8, when you almost got stabbed
we followed the same path, cryed and shared laughs
now I can't wait, for the day to see your bloodbath
plug dat, fill you up wit slugs rat take that...
[chorus]
they never think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan
n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan
they don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan
n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan
n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan
they never think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan
n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit them
[Prodigy]
I'm in a benz for stealth, thinkin on plans
stopped at a red light, the birds like damn
I saw one whisper to the other, thats him
that MOB n***a I think he platinum
pulled to the next corner hopped out and asked them
if they knew directions to rhode island
we was in East New York, they thought I was wildin
its a click thing they wouldnt understand
meanwhile I looks to my left and see some n***as frownin
as if they was go flip now peep this
I'm writin shorties math on the trunk of the Six
the b**h wanna blow dick cause its deep dish
these n***as wanna twist me because of my necklace
I'm calm though you know I got the stash in the whip
I clap though, these n***as better blast very quick
they coming towards me, I sat in the pa**enger seat
reached underneath, grabbed the big Fifth
acting like I'm not knowing whats happenin
I'm still havin conversation with these hens
I'm bout to have a confratation with these mens
I know I'm going home wit my chain and my head
yall wont dead me, I sleep in my own bed (pop pop pop pop pop)
[chorus]
n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan
n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan
n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan
they don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan
they never think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan
n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan
n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan
n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit them