verse
You know these guns like Narcotics
Youngin put them to sleep
The way my shorty sweeping every thing off of the street
And any little thing y'all pussy to me
Like ki's in a coke drought, double it chief, you fucking with me
Shit laying dormant or something
Cause you ain't killing nothing, letting nothing die (Not at all)
You that same old nigga getting fucked in your mind
By that raggedy ass bitch that you call a dime
And when it comes to the Mobb you know its beef all the time
Out your rabbit ass mind you know I clap-clap-clap mine
I know the rap's leaving nigga crooked getting out of line (yeah)
If I catch homey looking the wrong way, Good-bye
Then let your man cut in your life
Evicting your ass out of your life (Get the fuck outta here)
You just a broke ass nigga knowing you don't got it
Better get up off your ass and bump that
verse
That yo, that dope, that (Narcotic)
That haze, that dro, that (Narcotic)
Them pills, that cognac (Narcotic)
Getting backed up off that (Narcotic)
verse
Come through busting the gauge
Huffing and puffing the haze
Down for the murder and all that so come our way
Down for the slaughter and down to pull a kamikaze
Get nazi on niggaz like Wiley did to grandpapi
You'll mistake me for a beast how I smack beef for lunch
You selling wolf tickets, I'm using guns loosely
I'm not paranoid, I'm very truly
Dangerous, you knock my pimp cup down, I shoot peeps
I'll blast through your pagely
I don't send death threats
I produce the source bitch
Polka dot skulls and holes through they headrest
They wanna be dope, we give them a fix of this
verse
(Verse 3 - Havoc & Prodigy)
Homey must got it confused
Talking about he hitting me up
Sounding like he sniffing that stuff
War with Hav' is like breaking a mirror
Homey it's on for life, fuck what you hear about these seven years
My nine slug will alter your mind state for real
After that party like a nigga home off a pill
You a grown ass nigga you can do what you feel
Can't knock the way a nigga eat his meal
verse
We got garbage bags full of that (Narcotic)
Smoke like the sun splash concert
It's chronic how we kill these beats and run these streets of death
Now finally, we getting our paper, yes
We touched our first millions when we was just kids
But now we 'bout to take this shit to new brackets
GT Bentleys and new Benz's
We gotta O.D. and make them say that shit is.