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Mobb Deep - Smoke It lyrics
[Havoc] Go get your rachet my homie, we not havin that get 'em in the club when that shit jam packed keep thinkin its a game get your man tooks I'm never under pressure, never seen hands shook blood money album drop, hell broke loose all the drama ain't no tellin who I'm gonna shoot check my motherfuckin resume, catch Hav where the motherfuckin chedder be, slide through with your own risk chain gat on the train with your low bitch tears drop cause death is a tear jerker whether shot or strapped up to a steel gurder its foul how they took out tookie all this foul shit I did they should have took me, smokie smoke it mmmmm thats a slow toke liquer for the homies, gonna small toast [Hook - repeat 2X] I'm holdin, cock back nigga move slow the moment, sqeeze the trigga of the fo fo you notice, niggaz snitchin for the po po I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke [Prodigy] I smoke that nigga like a purple stick smoke a bitch pussy till she walk with a limp elemental P, heavy metal things when my 2007 guns is plastic for you crackheads, the new crack is Mobb Deep put the pipe down pick up the CD, in a hood near you we got all the things, they sell they couch, and they TV just so they can get a few tokes of the dope new shit from Hav and shit P wrote, yo they passin new laws so they can bann us, cause our shit is so strong niggaz jaws be stuck twisted, twisted and they throwin up, they nausious because it the porshes we clutch, its a love hate thing we got wut these fiends dunn, they hate when we gone and love when we re-up [Hook] Smoke it, smoke it, smoke, smoke it [repeat to fade out] |
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