[Pre-intro]
Ladies and Gentlemen
From the metropolitan opera house in New York City
The Hand of God

[Intro: MONGO]
What's up motherfuckers!
Let me see dem tiddies hoe! (Ya'!)
Now listen, I don't give a fuck if you're from the 415 or the 212!
That 301 to the 213!
GODHAND in this bitch any motherfuckin' way you look!
I'll rep my shit to the fullest boy!
This G-O-D-H-A-N-D! (GODHAND, GODHAND)

[Verse 1: MONGO]
Now hol' up, let me talk my shit
I'm rippin' through a motherfucka' when I pop my clip
And every blunt a lung buster, let me puff my 'piff
And if she on my phone trippin' I'ma block my bitch
'Cause I'm M-O-N-G-O
And any hatin' ass sucka gon' suck me slow
That's a deepthroat, been waitin' all summer to meet bro
And leavе holes, paint the town red, thе sleet, snow, boy
This is what you call real Hip-Hop
This is not no plot for the 'gram
Shop for the ounce then swap with the fam'
Hit the club with my dawgs pop bands wit' my hands
(Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)
And if a hatin' ass trick, get to trippin' tell 'em "hold yo' pocket"
G-O-D up in this hoe (That's right)
120 on the dash hoe, it ain't no stoppin'
GONDA, let these suckas know (That's right)
[Verse 2: GONDA]
Hold up, let me talk my shit bitch
All I know is stick to the plan: Give praise to the hand
And lay a hoe down wit' the blammer
Like bam, bam, bam and then I ran
Cuz I don't fuck wit' that 666 shit
And none of the police
Yo body get lifted, up on the stretcher and carried away
You better listen up or the shit could go the scarier way
Hoe it's G-O-N-D-A, pronounced GONDA
Behind a duct taped window of a Honda
Smoking marijuana, with no regard for the law
Honesty, I think y'all trippin', on God

[Outro: GODHANDUSA]
Send a motherfucker to the G-O-D (GODHAND, GODHAND)
Put yo hands up and then down to the beat (GODHAND, GODHAND)
Motherfuckers know not to fuck with me (GODHAND, GODHAND)
Cuz I can send a motherfucker to the G-O-D (GODHAND, GODHAND)
(GODHAND bitch)