(feat. G.O.D. Part III)
[Godfather Pt III]

god damn, nigga left bleeding with his head in his hands

wishing that he never crossed fam

and but still niggas 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 niggas 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 grass

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 shit stank, till shit hit the fan

niggas don't think shit stank, till shit hit the fan

they don't think shit stank, till shit hit the fan

niggas don't think shit stank, till shit hit the fan

niggas don't think shit stank, till shit hit the fan

they never think shit stank, till shit hit the fan

niggas don't think shit stank, till shit 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 nigga 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 niggas frownin

as if they was go flip now peep this

I'm writin shorties math on the trunk of the Six

the bitch wanna blow dick cause its deep dish

these niggas wanna twist me because of my necklace

I'm calm though you know I got the stash in the whip

I clap though, these niggas better blast very quick

they coming towards me, I sat in the passenger 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]

niggas don't think shit stank, till shit hit the fan

niggas don't think shit stank, till shit hit the fan

niggas don't think shit stank, till shit hit the fan

they don't think shit stank, till shit hit the fan

they never think shit stank, till shit hit the fan

niggas don't think shit stank, till shit hit the fan

niggas don't think shit stank, till shit hit the fan

niggas don't think shit stank, till shit hit them