Smoke It - Mobb Deep

Go get your rachet my homie, we not havin that
get 'em in the club when that sh_t 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 motherf_ckin resume, catch Hav where
the motherf_ckin chedder be, slide through with your own risk
chain gat on the train with your low b_tch
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 sh_t 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 n_gga move slow
the moment, sqeeze the trigga of the fo fo
you notice, n_ggaz snitchin for the po po
I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke

I smoke that n_gga like a purple stick
smoke a b_tch p_ssy 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 sh_t from Hav and sh_t P wrote, yo they passin new laws
so they can bann us, cause our sh_t is so strong n_ggaz 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 [repeat to fade out]

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