Mobb Deep - Smoke It lyrics

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

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

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

Smoke it, smoke it, smoke, smoke it