Artist: Infamous Mobb Album: Blood Thicker Than Water Vol. 1 Song: Worldwide Typed by: DaSun Akbar (Intro) G.O.D. Father Part III Ready? Let's do it, more then ever C'monÉ Let's do thangs Yeah I'm wit you son Right now, right now I got it, I got it Let's do it, c'mon Is you wit me? [G.O.D. Father Part III] We bring it harder than most, compare no other Cuz Blood Thicker Than Water, we close like brothers From another mother, we smuggle these chickens like gravy Relapse through these tracks, only radio can play me Keep the chrome .380, some people be so shady I be waitin' for a coward ass nigga to try to play me Keep the ratchet off safety, sittin' on 20's Keep spinnin' when I stop like I'm still in motion Understand how we holdin', heavy artillery Consider me a threat, I'm bout to make history I form a symbol sip line Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, Thug Muzik when we party Dunn we break bread wit that animal instinct I stay bent, cherry eye, chocolate scent It's repetitive, platinum and gold plated albums The hood is what we be about, niggaz gon' hear me out [Ty Nitty] Ayo we mobbed out, I put the fifth to ya brain IM3 ain't no game, but we got niggaz that bang One phone call, then is off wit ya head I ain't gotta say shit twice to get it dunn I don't care where you're from you can still get it dunn Your name ring bells, and so do these shells You gon' be leakin', crawlin' to ya death Your grave is waitin' for you, your name don't rep A lot of stress and commotion, I'm gon' through the motion First nigga front he be gon' through convulsion Head wide open, I'm tired of the bullshit Don't judge me, if you don't know me I got homies that's OG's, that'll body somethin' From the Bridge, homeboy, none of us be frontin' We got a world of our own, six blocks, 96 buildings Everybody holdin' chromes (Chorus) G.O.D. Father Part III I want y'all to hear me know we gets busy Is you wit me, Queens, New York City Chi-Town, L.A., the hood gets busy North Clique to Philly The world gon' feel me I want y'all to hear me know we gets busy Across Brooklyn, Manhattan The hood gon' feel me VA, DC, know we gets busy Through city-to-city the streets gon' feel me [Twin Gambino] Yo, yo, yoÉ I put my life on the line, every time I rhyme I roll wit two nines and got a big head Fuck this foul place, I'd rather be dead Niggaz think shit's sweet, here, eat lead My life is based on gettin' that bread Gettin' that head, from a badass bitch And I walk wit a curse, I don't need to snitch Dunn I'm just tryna get up, front, you get hit up Twin don't give a fuck, I run the streets Duckin' the D's, I'm grindin', the kid gotta eat Wit the heater in my hand, I gets no sleep Catch me in all black in the hood on the creep Gambino came up wit this ill technique Just run up in the bank and get that CREAM You need a team and we all be upÉ ÉIn the club poppin' bottles, dunn livin' it up (Chorus) G.O.D. Father Part III I want y'all to hear me know we gets busy Is you wit me down in Mississippi? Cleveland, Boston, the hood gon' feel me IM3 clique, dunn know we gets busy I want y'all to hear me know we gets busy Texas, B-More, the Midwest feel me Canada, overseas, the hood gets busy MIA, UK, to NY I want y'all to hear me know we gets busy Is you wit me, New Jersey City? Arizona, Ohio, Chile Coast-to-coast, worldwide, we gets busy I want y'all to hear me know we blow trees Is you wit me in Kansas City? Oklahoma, Seattle, Haiti Amsterdam light that haze up crazy (Twin Gambino) That's right, IM3 dunn All the hood across the fuckin' world That's right, stand up (G.O.D. Father Part III) Everybody worldwide, M-O-B-B Yeah, yeah, uh-huh ATL, Utah, dunn Seattle, Maine, Alaska St. Louis, Nebraska All my hayyyyyy!!!!! Keep movin'