Shit Hits the Fan Mobb Deep (Ft. G.O.D. Pt. 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 wouldn't 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...

[Hook]
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