sh*t Hits the Fan lyrics

[Godfather Pt III]
God damn, n*gga left bleeding with his head in his hands
Wishing that he never crossed fam
And but still n*ggas 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*ggas 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 sh*t stank, till sh*t hit the fan
n*ggas don't think sh*t stank, till sh*t hit the fan
They don't think sh*t stank, till sh*t hit the fan
n*ggas don't think sh*t stank, till sh*t hit the fan
n*ggas don't think sh*t stank, till sh*t hit the fan
They never think sh*t stank, till sh*t hit the fan
n*ggas don't think sh*t stank, till sh*t 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*gga 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 wouldn't understand
Meanwhile I looks to my left and see some n*ggas frownin
As if they was go flip now peep this
I'm writin shorties math on the trunk of the Six
The b*tch wanna blow di*k cause its deep dish
These n*ggas 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*ggas 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 won't dead me, I sleep in my own bed (pop pop pop pop pop)

[Hook]
n*ggas don't think sh*t stank, till sh*t hit the fan
n*ggas don't think sh*t stank, till sh*t hit the fan
n*ggas don't think sh*t stank, till sh*t hit the fan
They don't think sh*t stank, till sh*t hit the fan
They never think sh*t stank, till sh*t hit the fan
n*ggas don't think sh*t stank, till sh*t hit the fan
n*ggas don't think sh*t stank, till sh*t hit the fan
n*ggas don't think sh*t stank, till sh*t hit them